Stitching up and breaking down, oh come back to me my sad clown. My bane, who drives me insane. Your stares so cold, still hard to let go of this hold. Hear you feeling my hand, misinterpreted so hard to understand. The definition in your smile so twisted, wishing the human heart never existed. Your thoughts bland, blood worthy truly in demand. Your lust for brothers knows no bounds, even if your mating with mad hounds. The same will it always be, for this is the world were forced to see. You know who you are, you know how I got these scars. No need to stop my beloved enemy, because in the end your the same as me. You can't stop my heart beat, you can't stop me flooding the streets. Watch the purpose of my smile, to cause destruction within every mile. This world mine the reason it exists, now watch the rebels raise their fists. Consumed with power of these hounds of hell, nothing left in the end but you and a story to tell. A gift given by a devil so pale, a lonely tale. Of a beauty and a beast, in the end he gets a good feast.
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