If in the crescendo of my anger and pain
You are turned to ash and destroyed
The blame rests upon your shoulders
For you were duly warned
Scoffing at my advice to beware
You turned the handle and released the demon
Willing opened the door

If in my strange song of sadness
Ring out the deadly notes of retribution
I seek rightfully a vengeful solution
To the evil deeds perpetrated
Upon a now dangerous soul

If in my despair
I choose to be no more
The fault grow into a knotted fist inside your brain
Consumptive
Inoperable
The tumor wraps around your thoughts
Which shall turn to madness
No eviction is possible

Reflect upon the words I leave you with when I say
The responsibility is yours
You had received ample warning
Still you opened the door

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