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It's open season give me one good reason not to kill you where you stand, my hands around your throat. Constant, relentless abrasion of my will to live. Torment strips me of compassion, now a dark shell of me.

So here we are, face to face with your new enemy, once friends now foes, enjoy your last breath.

If I had but five minutes to live, I'd spend it killing you. Was it worth it, to be the big man, understand, this is suffering, two can play and it's my turn.

So it's come to this, everything inside of me burning through my fists, let there be blood.

There's blood on the walls, there's blood in your eyes.

In the end was it worth it?

Frankly, I don't give a fuck!

Let there be blood.