You act on fear,
Play with weak ones,
Touching them with your monstrous hands,
Taunting them like the true sadist you are.
You pretend to be the perfect one you're not,
You tell everyone you're well,
But when night arrives in your little cave,
The true beast is released.
You take in the alcohol,
Boy how you love to kill yourself.
You're a murderer,
A classic drunk.
I see right through you,
The pain you cause,
You don't care.
Your body is built upon rage,
Your heart is built upon destruction.
Unsatisfied with yourself,
You try to annihilate everyone else.
You know it,
Never trying to go away peacefully,
You poison people by making their souls decay.
The filthy, cold, worthless beast you are,
You're to die alone,
With no one at your funeral,
With no white dove in sight.
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