Sick of his lies
I find no calling
His body of deciet
Compels me to break away
No sense made in his circle
No pact drawn in chalk made
The hateful magic user
Is my enemy and
Holds the true death
Of living souls
Breaks down
To tremendous torment
Tortures for fun
Pain rains bliss on his skin
I cannot tolerate
His blissful madness
My altruistic self
Is undeserving of his wrath
Pins pierce my pure body
Now seeping black
With the tar of hate
Prepare yourself, Satan
Now what have you done?
What have you done to me?
You've made me
A machine of hate
This engine of fury cannot be caged
May its anger burn your fingertips
And engulf you in my rage
I hate you, Satan
I hate your f*cking guts
F*ck you Satan
You motherf*cker
I'll kill you to death
F*ck you!