Like a knife:
the edge that's sharp, but cuts slow.
An agonizing weight: that pushes
and crushes down…
in perfect harmony, I suffer.
as it was always meant to be!

this stinking rot: seeping through
a calloused claw; hooked in you.

Years wasted, given to a god,
That doesn't speak
and doesn't breathe.
A god worth nothing…
A god who can bleed.

Speak only when spoken to.
raise your hand to the square.
keep these secrets on pain of death
And never speak of what was spoken here.

For years - I felt the truth - felt I was free:
But now I understand “your way”
Just means: “serve under me”

This cancer must be cut from root to stem
Remove everything that made me, me.

In memory of all the promises
you forced me to keep.
And all the words
you forced me to speak
A path that could've led
only to this moment.
The moment where you
will understand my fury
Where you
will finally: suffer
as I have suffered
And for the first time,
You will understand my hatred.
And for the first time:

You will know true fear.
You will know fear.
you will know terror.

Terror.

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