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Down your pride, you will swallow
I hope that soon you will feel hopeless and hollow

I hope that you burn at the gates of hell
And I hope that the devil will do you well

I hope that you choke on your apologies to me
And I hope that the darkness will make you forever unable to see

I hope that your broken wings never mend
And I hope that your recklessness comes to an end

I hope that you are stripped of all your bliss
And I hope that you are broken by satins sweet kiss

I hope that you feel all the pain you've dealt
And I hope that you feel the way I felt

I hope that you bleed away tonight
And I hope that you never again see the light

I hope that your sickness gets worse
And I hope that you are forever cursed

I hope that you loose everything that you would miss
And I hope that you drown in the abyss

These are some of the things you deserve
And now the punishments you will serve


J M. Basey