Taste me, you made me what I am,

Mind polluting, worthless fuck.

Am I the mental feast, bruised and scarred, the underdog

A pawn within a losers game, my strength will grow upon your fear.

Slime, in time you=B9ll face your end line, judge me not before =



yourself.

Breed, take my pride - that=B9s all you can. =



Hatred surges burning... =





-BURNING ME -



Feed, for what atonement do you seek?

Your dying grasp of loyalty... =





-BREAKS LIKE BRITTLE BONES -



Forgotten past, I stand condemned,

For I am more powerful than you=B9d imagine

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