Get over your terror,
look in the mirror,
and to your horror,
you'll discover your the creature who has tortured.
All the innocent, wary, and weak,
and yet your evil has not peaked,
with all your contradictions,
you've left all the lacerations,
now you'll face my jurisdiction.
They'l have to scrape you off the walls,
that's even if they even find your body at all,
your iron fist will be broken, no soul to sell,
you think I'll learn from my actions? See you in hell!
On forth, your cruelties have swelled,
now my anger will not be quelled,
until by my hands you've been felled.
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