Creep king mystery sound your fate
You borrow from everyone else’s sorrows but your own
You never gave me credit
Melted corpses fly around your bellowing presence
I long to get away from you, from you
You lick your fingers, of sweet kindness
But you fail to remember that I don’t last for too long
One too many consist, about to lose it all
You lost it all, and you don’t realize it
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