My thoughts are drifting away, to a time when all, was innocent and pure
Like the birth of a newborn wound, blood stains the ground, like snow
Cold and isolated
Thinking back to what once was, and now is no more there,
Dwelling upon a dark past
My thoughts are now filled with disgust
A creation as pitiful as man itself
Cold and isolated
Thinking back to what once was, and now is no more there,
Time has come to fulfill my obscure desires
Once again I show these weaklings Hell
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