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This is not the punishment for your deeds Rather this is the penance for your convince For the fact that you played the game And attempted to win Now the lids of your eyes are removed You will see the truth I am the creator of the game Your every move plotted out against Every thought you had I read Every stab that you made at my back I saw it... and now... You know that I am God I condemn you woth my hand of holiness The flames of the abyss are burning at your feet I am the Lord of the Pit wicked in my ways I damn you from above and burn you from below Because you are nothing, you have gained no ground You slide down the rungs of the ladder to your salvation Denied from the beginning of existence With my godly powers I gave you hope You wondered where it came from so I broke it You denied my powers as your savior So with my black hand I took your soul and ate it I took your circle of beliefs and burned Then put out the flames and gave you what remained A meaningless pointless life that you flaunt And no-one is deceived when you try to beat me They see inside you The shattered remains of your life From Letras Mania