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i have decreased your freedom abhorrence and decay spat forth by me i will make your living hell in this realm of torment slavestate i will nourish you on undying pain teach you ways you've never seen walk the path of my misanthropy each step a greater pain i am the air you breathe i decide your state of consiousness i am the world you see i decide which ground to walk on how does it feel to be a part of my one man slavestate to be my only victim from this day on and forever From Letras Mania