| 4*4*04 written for satan 2 and his parasites |
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Little black beasts hovering above
Carefully watching your pray
Two parasites - male and female
Craving for blood
They hate themselves
They can�t stand to be alive
So they hunt for the weak
They brainwash them
Make them think they�re �friends�
And gradually,
Day by day,
They suck the life from the soul
The very being from the heart
It�s what the parasites need to stay alive
They mate
Alone they laugh at the weak
Deep down the prey knows he�s being fed off of
He feels his soul fading
But he feels powerless
I wish I could tell him,
YOU�RE NOT!
FIGHT THEM!
SQUASH THE FUCKING PARASITES!
They don�t love you.
They aren�t your friends
Never were
Never have been
Never will be
You are their food
Plain and simple.
Their snack in the morning, noon, and night
Soon, you will be gone
Without a soul
Without a heart
You say it�s what you want but it�s not
It�s what they�ve brainwashed you to think
You want to be happy
You want to love
I want to love you
I want you to love me
But with these parasites nothing is possible.
And in the end...
You�ll wind up dead.
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