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• Hate

[The rays of light, a truth of meaning
To my father, the blood is pleading.]

Now you've really crossed the line
Your hate for me is divine
My love yearns for your suffer
On your grave lurks my prosper

Taunt more as a lure but its no use
Knots tight my excite
I prepare the noose
Say no more it's time
For you to make your move
My blackened soul's lit by your fuel

Hail to a father of divine
To the son the light will shine
From the angst of lost memories
A just revenge to cure misery

Life of vengeance, a passive test
Until the grave, I will rest
Engage the pressure until it crumbles
The existence of lifeless black souls.

Implode your moral
And drains your pride
Too late for debate or run and hide
Time to take your life tolls the bell
To your hell I'd like to welcome you

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