
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.

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.
I AM NOT YOUR DEVIL BUT I AM YOUR PUNISHER

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?
I AM NOT YOUR MIND BUT I AM YOUR BODY

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