Walking in grass filled with leprosy, we must resist the liquid anniversary. This isnt what i wanted life to be, but you stole the script, and re-wrote the final scene. You were never there, you never cared, i can smell your fear, and i am coming for you. you bloviate of hate and pain, but your a fake- succumb unto my reign, of doom and death and Neferius, Pain? now you will feel true pain. just as a cloud dissapates and vanishes, those who travel to Sheol, will not return. I struggle to pull myself back up, but you stepped on my fingers and watched me fall. I hope you arent scared yet, my plague is ever growing, we cant destroy tomorrow, unless we DEFILE today.
