You smirk and laugh
As you make them bleed
You are a demon
So evil indeed
You sit and watch
As they give up and crie
You never offer a hand
As they lay down and die,
You visit them
In times of doubt
You speak of comfort
And offer a way out,
Such blasphemous lies
You sing ever so sweet
You twist there doubt
And lay them to sleep,
They may hold the blade
But you make the kill
Blind to there suffering
Boy, what a thrill,
You make them bleed
You make them die
You make them give up
But not I, suicide.
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