• I see not like you, but forever straight through.
    I know all about what you haven’t a clue.
    Inside your cruel heart, there, my poison doth brew
    From which you will die and I be born anew.
    I hate all with passion for what you have done
    My soul is now ashen and burns neath the sun
    Just like your dead sister, you’re meaningless scum, and
    Your fate dangles on a precarious sliver of ribbon.