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Irksome infant put down your pen
I�ve warned you once but won�t again
You dare to speak of truth and light
You know not of the words you write
My world of anguish welcomes you
Your gamble lost, your payment due
I do not play, there is no game
The crushing seeds of doubt remain
You know me well, imprudent child
I�m pain and anger, love defiled
I�m bitterness embodied whole
I�m spirit broken, burdened soul
I�m hatred hot and burning white
I�m screams in shadows in the night
I�m retribution swift and sure
I am disease and also cure
You cannot guard against your fear
Or these three mortals playing here
You�re impotent; you�re frail and weak
When pressed you turn the other cheek
Into the pit of fire you�re hurled
Now, welcome to my underworld.
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