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Taste me, you made me what i am,


Mind polluting, worthless fuck.


Am i the mental feast, bruised and scarred, the underdog


A pawn within a losers game, my strength will grow upon your fear.


Slime, in time you'll face your end line, judge me not before


Yourself.


Breed, take my pride - that's all you can.


Hatred surges burning...





-burning me -





Feed, for what atonement do you seek?


Your dying grasp of loyalty...





-breaks like brittle bones -





Forgotten past, i stand condemned,


For i am more powerful than you'd imagine.