Way Down: A Threat

For your insolence

I will make you suffer

For starving me

I will make you suffer

For ignoring me

I will make you suffer

For every breath you’ll take

I will make you suffer

I will rip your heart out

I will fry your soul

Then I will make you suffer

I will free your mind

And suffer you will

Beyond this abyss

I will be there, waiting

And I will make you suffer.

 

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