You Fear Me
You think I'm not angry? But deep inside you Scream to yourself Desperate to escape my rage. Pray to the hellbound angels That carry your tarnished dreams on Their bloodstained, tattered wings Beg them to cut me Down with their soot-black swords And cast my body dripping blood Into the deepest abyss away From true night and Into false darkness surrounded By blinding lights. And I will burn burn burn Until my screaming soul rises Once again to Break you. Written August 25th, 2001 © on Aug 25 2001 01:46 PM PST 0 • 1
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"You think I'm not angry?..."