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Make a mockery of me will you
Now you shall pay my price
Your treacherous payment is dew
What you gave is not suffice
I've come to collect what's mine
What you've taken can't be replaced
I won't tell you that death is the sublime
No more of my time shall you waste
You said that it happened to fast
And you tried to veer
But that was me you hit then Blast!
My life was ended my dear
You can pled with all your will
Through I hardly seem to care
Satan shall have is fill
But I shall have my share
I hope you will live in damnation
For I now am your master
Now you have to the realization
That you should have veered a little faster