Purveyors of Hatred:
I have an invitation.
Come to me, come to me -
I have open arms.
Come to me and see the sights,
Hear the sounds and know.
Understand my message.
Come to me, come to me.
Come to me and bleed,
Feel shattering of bone,
Learn what it's like to lose your skin,
And be left to die alone.
I'll relish your last breaths
Your pain to me like sex.
For I've hate in my heart as well
But it's spent only on you.
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