The Curse
Devourer of hearts all but your own
All that flutter for you unrequited shall turn to stone
And your pride, oh your pride that's drenched in blood
May violence rule all you have
Until it maims all good inside you
Morphs it into rage
A rage so powerful, a rage so pure
That it will destroy all you ever hope to love
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