I am what you crave, When others turn their back, In your darkest moment of shame, With the hate you seem to lack The hate that you lack Ill take your to a world where hate And contempt dwell, Im conjuring the spells that Pours my hate into your heart Come to me for your salvation, I will feed on your resentment, Making you a willing slave, to this hatred Icon of malice. Youll see my way or shed your blood, Either way my hate has won Pull back the vail to see my face, To your surprise its your own
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