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[ i'm sick... ]
I want to break off your throat,
That you would feel the river of blood in a mouth.
I want to see fear in your eyes,
I want to destroy your desires.
I want to open your deepest wound,
That would begin to smell blood everywhere around.
I shall take away your breath,
I shall give you death.
I want to break off your heart,
That you would feel torment.
I want that you shouted,
I would want that you sobed.
I would want that you have felt a pain,
I would want that you have understood that all prays are vain.
I shall take away your breath,
I shall give you death.
[ i'm sick... ]
I want to break off your throat,
That you would feel the river of blood in a mouth.
I want to see fear in your eyes,
I want to destroy your desires.
I want to open your deepest wound,
That would begin to smell blood everywhere around.
I shall take away your breath,
I shall give you death.
I want to break off your heart,
That you would feel torment.
I want that you shouted,
I would want that you sobed.
I would want that you have felt a pain,
I would want that you have understood that all prays are vain.
I shall take away your breath,
I shall give you death.
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