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They pray for me to a god that doesn’t care

Thoughts circle the drain of a declining feeble mind

Toil away as the plot dissolves

A story, a cycle, that repeats till the end of time

They pray for you to a god that doesn’t exist

Thoughts circle this drain of narcotic fevered mind

Boiled away as the blood clots in their mind

A story, a cycle, that repeating till the end of time

Dissection ripping the flesh off of me

Reveal the black heart of hate for the human race

Identity forgotten pointless purpose your life

Pleasures found in the suffering misanthrope divine

Rage has overcome my life

this premonition, this end time

I want to live forever just to watch this world die