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You will never change
From the depths of hell your kind spawn like ravenous insects
Wings of heartbreak and despair brought you…
Forged you into what you are now
One day you will atone for your life of sin and corruption
A swift wind will bring the Reaper knocking at your door
Asking for that which you never had…
Your soul
Friends and family dessert you, your true face clear to them
Now I leave you to ponder with your thoughts
For that is all you have left in this world or next…
But please, flatter me
Allow this last phrase to dwell in your mind
However long seems right; just remember…
“I still love you.”