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A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z Malice My hate is built on grief, a lust for revenge to ease the guilt. A condition of helplessness where you're suffering is my only cure. I worship the bitterness to increase the pain and prolong the mourning. Remorse means nothing at all my hate has blinded me. I am what is remembered, what I do is what remains. Dark tunes break the silence, as my fear withers I grief my loss. The dawn of solitude is the end of my happiness. I am what is remembered, what I do is what remains. The memories will fade away, they will be buried in time. I can no longer see the boundaries that keep me sane. I am all instinct now, flesh is flesh and hate is all. No hope only bitter feelings, it's all unreal no comprehension. I am shattered the past is gone, only hate prolongs I am what is remembered, my malice is what remains. |
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