Liberate Me, Lord, I'm an Angel on this Wicked Planet,
And nobody understands that my angle is love.
I was sent from Above,
But I've landed in Blood.
Psycho Bandit,
I've become frightful, damaged and scud.
People are misinformed,
Mixed in the middle of my menace.
Murderous,
Michael Myers' is my mimic,
Mom, it was you who made this Monster,
I'm making minions in minutes.
.
My Obese Heart is Swelling,
When it beats hard it tells me to freak,
Not willing,
Keep rebelling.
Like a beast,
I'm yelling!
"Bloody Murder"
"Muddy Words of wretched death rhymes"
"Take me light"
"My darkness will take your breath gives the Death-Time"
My heart smells like,
Vanilla icing.
When slicing my chest open,
You'll see a light beam of nice things.
Then Christ brings bright wings.
A placement from Thy King.
Nighttime seems to be right around the corner in my dreams!
Horseshit, Piss,
And human puke is this smell.
To whoever wondered upon my level,
YES!
THIS IS HELL!
Just another nut,
All the others suck!
Y'all fake as a rubber duck!
Evil Brain, Angel Heart,
Yes, I utter stuff out loud too much.
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