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I believe... That your quintessence was conceived In a ceremonial spawning of desires Met at the junction of decay and empty promises met. Your utterance held me in traction While you regaled... Scarcely removed with gentle persuasions A percentile remnant is all that remained Left to convulse in vain... You believe... That your quintessence was conceived In a matrimony of satisfactory intentions. But you only ever saw your side of the narratives An observer to superfluous desecration's. Let's blame them for your constitution. Tell them all she is what you made of her Carnivorous, the repeating offender. Now seeking retribution... But here you hold no power It is I that shall decide The numbers that fall upon the dice No matter how much you may think you alter the tumble. From deep within the darkest deceptions Letras de cancionesLie the honest platelets of whom you used to be A haemoglobular truth so hard to digest Turning the dice into die Landing as the world on your chest. Feel the guilt of a thousand-year reign Becoming what lurks below Inflicting on others your infliction's of pain If only for this realm to show, The cacophonous creator, the king, That at your end, a punishment shall ensue A realm below yours is where you'll be residing... And that's where I'll be waiting... (And that's where I'll hate) From Letras Mania