Anathema


You claim that you’re a good man.
&^@!ing lies.
You believe in God.
Believe that he’ll be there to save you.
Well, where is he now?

God *^**ing called in sick today.
Your savior has turned his back on you.
You pray so hard on bloody knees, to a false God
Who would never grant you the forgiveness you ask for in vain.
You know damn well that you don’t deserve anything more than a bullet in your head. I hope you burn in hell,
YOU SICK $*#!i

You robbed me of my innocence.
The only thing I had left.
I try so hard to erase all the memories,
But they still remain.
Reminding me of how much I fuck%#ing hate you.

I need your end.
I want your demise.
Don’t ask me why--
I’ll sew your %%@*ing lips shut.

Make one wrong move, and I’ll end your pathetic existence.

I won’t rest until everything you love has been destroyed.
I’ll slit your wrists; watch you bleed.
I want you to feel the pain that I’ve lived with my entire life.

Feeling caged inside,
The monster you’ve created has escaped.

Look at me, so I can see the light escape from your eyes.
I want to be the last thing you see before you die.

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