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Caught in this place of disgrace and a bleak depression Mental corridors behold a disease As you are filling your guts with what will lead to your own abominations You are wallowing in regret and defeat Forever ripped by the claws of the desolation An addiction is what you must feed But to condemn yourself to a life of utter loneliness and starvation You, a victim of your unfathomable greed **** the king For he is the source of your heartless deceit He will **** for you, and he wants your pain The king is the monstrosity that you have to feel King is your greed Tears flow from you And blood from me like a river I have given what you'll never give me Thus you have made me a sinner As I am no longer a forgiver I desire to bury you beneath So I will **** the king For the atrocities that were ****** unto me I gave it all to you, and you caused me pain But merely a fraction of what you deserve to feel Gods **** the king "The words of a beggar are those of despondency , the words of an addict are those of desperation, and the words of a liar are those of destruction " Cursed and shallow You will live your life as nothing Hail Hail Misfortune, for your suffering.
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Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
Traitor
Caught in this place of disgrace and a bleak depression Mental corridors behold a disease As you are filling your guts with what will lead to your own abominations You are wallowing in regret and defeat Forever ripped by the claws of the desolation An addiction is what you must feed But to condemn yourself to a life of utter loneliness and starvation You, a victim of your unfathomable greed **** the king For he is the source of your heartless deceit He will **** for you, and he wants your pain The king is the monstrosity that you have to feel King is your greed Tears flow from you And blood from me like a river I have given what you'll never give me Thus you have made me a sinner As I am no longer a forgiver I desire to bury you beneath So I will **** the king For the atrocities that were ****** unto me I gave it all to you, and you caused me pain But merely a fraction of what you deserve to feel Gods **** the king "The words of a beggar are those of despondency , the words of an addict are those of desperation, and the words of a liar are those of destruction " Cursed and shallow You will live your life as nothing Hail Hail Misfortune, for your suffering.
Obviously I don't care for this person, and they stabbed me in the back one too many times
AngelofSin
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Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
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