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Dissolving There is a demon in your [twisted] soul Unleashed when you spot and magnify My faults; you assume that With your words I will crumble, that you Are somehow above me You scream, with all the hatred of a thousand sinners Expecting me to repent for a flaw I do not have, a crime I am not guilty of. The blood is running off your hands, but the stain remains You are the voice of irrationality You strike me with a brutal hand, and your tongue Is a poisoned serpent To drown me in venom, until I dissolve
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