Angels are crying for you,
Sky is painted grey,
Rain is falling gently
on your deadly day.
Do you see me darling?
Crawling in the dark,
finding bloody pieces
of your rotten heart.
The night won't give you shelter,
neither will the day,
I am coming, honey,
Wait for your last pray.
Aren't you scared yet?
Is it not nice?
To kill and torture people,
with your damned eyes.
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