Death and hatred to mankind,
the war is perfectly timed.
For I hate you,
and you hate me,
and death is only a dream.
But one will find,
death is only in your mind,
and I will show you death will come.
For My mind beats to a different drum.
Murder is only the start,
for when I’m done,
I’ll turn murder into art.
Death to reality,
life to a dream.
For you haven’t seen,
the Devil in Me.
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