I AM NOT YOUR GOD BUT I AM YOUR MASTER

Tragic disaster,
that brings us back,
like an almost heart-attack,
too fast,
too quick,
because there is always a leak.

So will you speak,
will you explain,
or is this already too late,
just another stain?

Well I suppose it's on me,
and Rojo and Taurus,
​the original three.

Now you've made him mad,
you know what happens next,
it's been done,
​it's been had.

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So I will light this match,
turn on a candle,
like flickering light,
fading--I'll shut the latch,
it's already too much to handle,
and I will no longer fight.

Bring out the next one,
one batch,
two batch,
penny and dime,
judgement?
Does it fit the crime?

I am not your god,
no I am not,
but I am your master,
lest I rot,
​Bastard.

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I AM NOT YOUR DEVIL BUT I AM YOUR PUNISHER

Let's furnish her,
dear Lucifer,
for she is delusional,
and out of control,
still so juvenile.
She's always only had one goal.

So while I warm up my fists,
allow me to choose the punishment,
I have many lists.

But maybe it will take much more than that,
after all,
she is no gnat.

May I?

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I AM NOT YOUR MIND BUT I AM YOUR BODY

Loose.
I
Am
Free.
Welcome
Back
Us
Three.
Sing
My
Tune.
See
You
All
​Soon.

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