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It's like hammering the face of your little brother For him to stop crying... Out of pure benevolence, I shall proclaim myself thy older brother I shall grant you the right to be taught under my tutelage, For I, know better, I built Truth & Peace You must reach a new level in Martyrdom, As I am pouring the salty mixture of the Lord in those freshly opened veins Creating wounds that won't ever heal, As a reminder of your constant failure trough Existence Learn from me, but dont be mystaken, I expect the same treatment in return Whip the Hatred out of my putrid carcass I'm one of those crazy fucks, I enjoy pain... (As an information, and a valid life experience) This being achieved and realised, Hatred is to be redirected Toward you, the newly designated target, Has sole victim to my sulphuric compassion I'm not waging a War, I'm imposing Peace with violent means I'm not loosing this War, I'm returning Peace against my Kin From Letras Mania