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You shit-sucking coward, you vat of toxic waste.
You try to play the victim, now that you've had a taste.
There's blood on your hands, but you lack the conviction.
The rain wont wash away the stains of your addiction.
They will be with you forever.
What you have done, will be with you forever.
You will never be whole again.
Every thing that you are now, you peeled off of them.
You vacuous cunt, you rotting waste of skin.
They were barely alive when you slithered in.
You chalked it up to madness, only lying to yourself.
You felt a rush, warm blood.
Then the chill of death itself.
I see you fed to dogs in my dreams.
I laugh as your body pulls apart at the seams.
You can't face living with a burden of this size.
Scares you more than that look in their eyes.
The eyes always staring.
Your mind is becoming a nest of vipers.
Always jumping at shadows.
They follow you as you crawl.
Slowly onwards to the grave.
To the grave...