My doubt isn't lethal enough
So you can continue to laugh
As if I've made a bad joke
So you use my own words to poke
You think I don't know your deeds
So in the dark, you feed on your needs
How awful you are behind your filthy skin
You spare no one and **** them within
Soon you'll be in limelight, squirrel of darkness
And like you **** souls of the weakness
You shall pay your way to the pit of hell
Its bounded by my secret spell
You failed to recognize me as usual
Coz my powers played well with your visuals
I am the comrade of the spell and keeper of powers
I, summon you to the darkest deepest crust of hell,
this very hour
Locked up in the chambers of the hells burning tower...


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