A Masked Creator of Virulent Vipers
We are controlled by what we create
A vexing tool from a creator?--
I found my death-note in a bottle
Then, silently stabbed at Caligula's sea
Obscurity has founded me
All night, we danced with Death and all their friends
We reserved our table: Misfortune and I
To crawl, ever-lovingly into self-destruction
What fevered, feckless filth are we:
A brood of virulent vipers--
With cordial smiles masking our true nature
We stumble, backwards, into our very own traps
Volition is dead to us
Indulgent indifference will lead to our violent destruction
I have the mindset of 1, 000 fools--
And, I deserve this...
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