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You smell that?

Thats the smell of fear

It takes over you

As I grow near

You'll spread your legs for anyone

Its not about the pleasure any more

For you its domination 

Submissive anihilation

Violent mutilation

Putrid satisfaction

But I'm sick of this

I'm sick of you

I just want to go through

Because you made it clear

You made it simple

I'm not the one

I'm the cripple

So spill your blood for me

Like I did for you

Let us all see how human you are

Behind that net of lies of yours