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Lyrical Poem S:1 P: 1 - "You'll Be Sorry For This"

     I've been digging my way out, so much dirt between my fingers, blood streaming down my face.
     You'll be sorry for this, I guarantee it.
     I will be the one to cast doubt, they'll finally see the true deceiver, and it will be the seal on your fate.
     You'll learn repentance, I'll fucking see to it.
     I can see your paltry face now, pretending you care with your false demeanor, the swaying of your rosary faking your grace.
     You'll never know heaven, there are no demons in it.
     There are crimes to take into account, even immortals must pay the holy reaper, an offering of sacrifice must be made.
     So take head of the church bells seven, I'm about to start this shit.
     Because I'm digging my way out, there's no more dirt beneath this revealer, no more blood in my way.
     You'll be sorry for this, I guarantee it.
      I will be the one to cast doubt, they'll finally see the true deceiver, and it will be the seal on your fate.

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