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Satan said to me
I was the one
He chose, specifically
to carry out His wishes
on this Christmas night
I’ll burn an orphanage, down
all the way
to the ground
masturbating to their screams
blood for lube
just like my dreams

Suffering fuels me
mine, or another’s
walk up to a charred child
and ask about his mothers
pissing on his wounds
then moving onto others
nothing makes me smile
like the turmoil of a child
kick ‘em in the stomach,
‘cause the screams drive me wild!