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I wached you from a far, Just to see you fall. I stepped up in anger, Just to see you quiver, As my smile crossed over, Your eyes widened in fear, For you knew me to be right. Now watch as this knife fills, Fills its hunger. Your anger means nothing, As I take this from you, The ever ending blood in your vains, Watch as my anger fades, Watch as the world around you becomes nothing more, This soft cry, Is nothing to be hurd but watched, You staided my hands with the blood, Anger and sorrow of the Devil, You had no reason to say what you'd said, I had every reason to spill your blood apon my sword. So take this anger with you to the pits of hell, When I sit beside the devil, Once again you will look up to me, Until then die in the pain and sorrow you'd, Given me.
Your Blood to My Sword
