I am the poison in your vein Try to say no, but its in vain Shut the pain, feels so fine Fry your brain till you are mine Of all lost souls, I am the mother Sing my lullaby made of powder Tho I may seem like a monster I am just a gentle reaper I take all those you reject At least death will show them some respect...
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