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This will be your bleak dissolution. |
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I will rid the world of your filth. |
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And I will scourge you with no remorse. |
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I will abolish all the pain you've caused, |
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By your pillage of the innocent. |
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Your horrid fate will not be quick, |
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Grisly horrors will fall upon you. |
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I will make your insides on the ****ing outside. |
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I'll tear through your skin and watch you rot. |
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So where's your pleasure now? |
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It's not so pleasing when you are the one at the end of this misery. |
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Oh but it is for me, |
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To sit and watch you bleed. |
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So say your final prayer, |
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But I'll promise you, |
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God can't show you where to hide |
