I see the pain
I smell fear in your breath
I feed on grief
I get pleasure from sin
You are the week
Your reality is me
My presence is near to seal your fate
Why we live blinded
To end her fear, is to end your life
Breaking the golden rule before you are dead
Battered head makes better decisions
I see your pain
I smell fear in your breath
I feed on grief
I get pleasure from sin
Why we live blinded
To end her fear is to end your life
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