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Laying on a bench of Death with my head on the pillow of the End/ I think back to what you've done to me/ No one deserves the mental rape you bestowed upon my head/ I'm drenched in your poisonous rain of words/ I never felt so helpless and used/ The beasts inside of me tear me down/ My rage is locked in a cell of your ignorance and greed/ You have ruined my heart and slaughtered my soul/ I may be a shell of my former self/ But you can never kill me/ I will fight until I am judged/ You are not my executioner but you are the torturer/ My hatred will never consume me/ My resentment is just a lingering foe inside/ You will know the true meaning of heartache/ Your time will come/ And I will pass my apocalypse unto you//