A Moment In Pure Hatred of the Decisions They Make
Cry my tears,
Of faith of sorrow,
Oh how I wish,
You would all make the best decision,
I do not curse,
For them to go to hell,
But I'll make their soulful thrilling life into my own creation,
Of Hell.
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