You are less than nothing,
I can't give you away.
I put you on the market,
it crashed in one day.
You dream the nightmares,
for the whole human race.
Angels die a painful death,
when they see your face.
The biggest mistake ever made,
by the heavens above.
Giving you the soul of Satan,
and the face of a lovely dove.
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