I am made of fire and hate
I am desolate
Awake, ready to detonate
Destroyer, slayer
Rotting away
Like a cup filled with decadence
Tortured spirit
Filled with resistance
Dismembered
Soul controlled
This glorious nightmare is not yours to compare
Birth and born from fear
This holy killer won't disappear
Possessed by anger
The ghost before me
Is forever with me
I am his vessel
Until I see what afterlife is given to me
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