Elevating on hell as I raise it

Like the kids I never had

The bars only I can create…

Quiet like the sleeping beauty

Is he within me

:Until he is triggered and shoots

Out of control like an air head

Conceived from pain, misery

Sin, torture, anguish…

All this is wrong

No conscious, just constant… Havoc

He will not be used

He will not be made a fool of

He will not die easily

He will not listen

He will not stop until he is satisfied

Please leave him be…

You do not want to meet…

The other side of me

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