The rage that consumes the fire that burnsMy heart cries out for what it yearns Causing more than pain this mark of despairFor these things i create I should not care My mind is hindered for things of loveFeeling less than innocent dove My true power the world must not seeAided by the deadly force of the sea My heart is gentle and soft as pure goldBut a dark abbyss envlope my soul The mark of a demon is what I possessDeath to shall come nonetheless My left hand that carries the painYou shall meet it when you see the end All who claim to love me hypocrites they areFor I have seen no love hus far My family is what should support me with careBut money meens nothing when they ceep you in a snare Trapped forever in the rules of my family's gameBrought to nothing but eternal pain The anger that consumes my soulThe destroyer that will destroy you all -The Cataclypse
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