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So much greed in him

i had to write the last creed

he's sick

deserves to be broken like a stick

compisating for a little dick

blood will flow from you

i'm taking her from you

she screams go away

go away!

go away!

she was your sister

not your whore

who's heart you tore

she's sick of you

she sits up and laughs in a dark room

but not for long

her nightmares are over

i'm ending them

just like before

putting you on breathing support

i promise this time its gunna hurt

watching her laugh at nothing

seeing things that arn't there

if she takes one more step i'm gunna break

and rip your head off

i know whats going on

her will is my own

i'm gunna watch you go down

runaway!

run!

run!

this time it won't be a gun

last time i was done

not this time

my blood is running hot like lava

i can't say i've been where she is

but i pray that i'm wrong

because i think i know where she is

i'm not a whore but i am hers to toy with

when you threaten her theres something that claws to get out

come near her again and it'll be

one more down!

one more burried!