To die is to live,
As I do in hell.
A joyful place,
To enjoy others pain.
All the suffering,
And the torture.
With the guilt,
With the pain.
It cannot be wrong,
To enjoy the screams.
To enjoy the death,
To like the damnation.
I smile with glee,
And hear the plee.
I laugh at thier pain,
But wish it was me.
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