Destruction is my field of work,

Earning blood through torture,

Sadistic, narcisstic, pessimistic, masochistic,

Turning happiness to stone.

Reality has never come crashing down,

On top of heaven quite as hard before.

You want to be destroyed? Just stand in my way and I'll do it for you,

Eternal misery guaranteed,

Rip you to pieces to kill the pain that I can always feel.


The End

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