Walking in grass filled with leprosy,
We must resist the liquid anniversary.
This isn't 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.
And I struggle to pull myself back up
But you stepped on my fingers
And watched me fall.
I hope you aren't scared yet.
My plague is ever growing,
We can't destroy tomorrow,
Unless we defile today(x2)