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YOU ALL CRITICIZE MY ACTIONS BUT DON'T NOTICE YOURS, TRY TO KILL ME WITH CROWD PRESSURE, ADD MORE DROPS OF BLOOD TO MY HATRED FOR THE WHOLE WORLD, SOMEDAY I'LL JUST BREAK DOWN, BURN OUT WITH PATIENCE, AND RIDE A KNIFE ACROSS YOUR FACES, I AIN'T GIVE NO SECOND CHANCES Bruh, You destroy the concept of trust, I'll destroy the likes of you to the last, THERE'S A RAGE IN MY HEART FOR YOU ALL, You're a waste of air, I'LL TAKE IT FROM Y'ALL, For you this shit's not fair, BUT THERE'S NOTHING LEFT FOR ME, I'm tired of your words, I'm slittin' your throat, All patience has run out, drown in your own rot, Your actions won't go unnoticed, You've no good motives, I may tie and lead you to the forest, Anyway, without you, this world would be brighter, Nothing in the world will make you holy, You're just poison hurting people you are not fallen I'm the grim reaper, I'll reap your life, If I dig deeper, All lies will be revealed from the inside, Try to turn a blind eye, Either way, your life'll be cut short by my scythe, THERE'S NO OTHER WAY, GET USED TO SUFFERIN'...
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