Hey impatient,
Why is there a grin in your face?
How did we get here in the first place?
Oh faithful, blinded by your sugar-coated melancholy.
The pit of scissor pointed fire becomes an aphrodisiac.
Aggravated by the sudden ending of your story!
Where did you go, subtle dreamer?
A maniacal laughter fills the room…
As I cower before the towering king!
Write a list of sinful souls and put my name at the top!
Reptile skin, wire hair and plastic promises…
Soak the abomination in gasoline and toss a match over your shoulder!
Burn that forsaken mutant to the filth it rests upon!
Cackle again, suppressor and your head will be mine.
I will walk away from this alive, dearest demon.
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