So what will you become in this damned life.
So everything you held so close,
Is falling all around you.
Will you flourish?
You start to doubt your life.
Hell tries to take every last right.
Will you triumph over Satan?
Over all your enemies?
Over your adversaries?
What is so wrong with the world we live in,
Is everything infested on it?
These creatures know my name,
By their heart.
And I will not stop until my victory.
It is not the healthy that need a surgeon but the sick and weak.
Let the blood
Fall down from the skies.
You cannot run from God.
You'll be on your knees suffering praying please for mercy to rain down.
Deteriorate your demise.
I will demolish the entity.
I am the knight in shining armor.
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