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Apr 2010
I'm not dead yet
And I will not be
Until I **** the last part of you,
You disappoint me,
And I'm already my enemy.

Can you face me?
Have you ever been able?
So catatonic and craving;
So undecided on your nightmare.

Into this world of mine you entered
Now you try to play dead
You cannot play hide and seek
I've let you live but you leap...
Into my abundance of curses.

Something is getting in your way,
I will continue to haunt you,
Haunted your soul has become
And with no remorse you're sentenced.

No love will you know,
And just because I say so.

You once saw me in your Hell,
I hope you will be well,
Because I am the Shadow of your remains
For the bells of Hell ring for me to deliver you.

Your faith is nothing to me
For I am the one who will see;
On the same pillow of despair
You will sense my perfume and you'll feel unfair.

Through blood and nightmares
Will you crawl to me
And I'll make you my seal
For all Hell's enemies to see.

You poor animal with no soul,
You poor human with no more...
Guess and you'll be hanged
Be your own injustice world.

On your stone grave will be written
"Our beloved lost soul"
So that the one who delivered you
Can be more than your devil.

You created me,
Now bear with me,
Bear your unbearable life,
Bear your greatest crime

And that is me.
Better write than not forgive.
Written by
Reagan LaVey  Brasov
(Brasov)   
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