My heart is a black temple
Cold and empty as Satan's abyss
All I am is poisoned flower
Spiteful and hateful
My heart is rotten and sour
Touch it, it beats malignantly
It hates you, I hate you
I spit with spite. I spit. I spit
Death. Death. Death. Death
I invert all of you and your lives
Look no longer to the sky
You who have dared touch my Black soul
Will now wither and die!!
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