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Alone I came into this world And so shall it be Destined to a life of turmoil I abandon and never reclaim I hunt innocence drifting aimlessly To mould it into the perfect pray I can sense a life gone wrong By its foul stench of inner decay I am the Stalker holding the Tool of Apocalypse Playing God without Divine Wisdom I have reversed the chain of cause and effect Become the Grand Architect I sensed a life spiraled out of control I glanced into the Dark and spilled my soul I enliven your fears and transcend Beyond the boundaries of common paraphilia Following unthinkable human instincts I yield to malevolent psychotic rage And revel in distortions of human form Acts of abusive humiliation I am the Egomaniac Karmic Fate Misuser Human Humiliator I am the Life Abuser From Letras Mania