I am a storm of hate.
You'll suffer like the worm you were born to be, returned to the earth, buried in the dirt beneath a grave with no name. I am the morning and evening star, you will suffer. You will suffer.
I wish that words could explain all of the pleasure that your pain's gonna bring to me.
I'm gonna pull the whole f*cking thing down on top of your f*cking head motherf*cker.
Stomaching everything that you ever put me through, swallowing everything it's time to spit it back.
You tried to run with the wolf pack but couldn't keep up, there is no room for the weak. You tied the noose around your own neck and kicked the chair out from under your feet.
Do you wanna be a f*cking man or will you always stay a rotting piece of shit? Do you wanna be a f*cking man? Take off the mask.
Rot in your own skin, die with your chest wide open. See you in Hell, your soul is mine. Fold your hands in hopes that it works this time. Serve or f*cking suffer. Serve. Suffer.