Alpha omega I am the creator, deemer of all that shall be
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hypothesis human destruction imminent, transpiring accordingly
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alpha omega the giver and taker, the paradox of life and death
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the world is my oyster, my powers I bolster, I¡¯ll gamble ¡®til nothing is left
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the human invention created dissention, disrupter of poor mother earth
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for my sick entertainment, I¡¯ll ring that ole¡¯ rag squeezing her for what she¡¯s worth
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lo and why they worship me their beloved absentee
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not even as their god can the answer I find
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not just hands but a will
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not just hearts but could feel
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with such weight it¡¯s no wonder they¡¯ve killed
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driven mad by the power I¡¯ve instilled
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with the hands to create
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they could only unmake
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with the potential to love
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Man¡¯s emotion soured by hate
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alpha omega, the broken and breaker, I am the one of law bereft
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how petty their prayer, an annoyance their voices, my goblet spills forth as I laugh
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the human invention evaded abortion, but¡¯s damned himself before his birth
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for my sick entertainment I¡¯ll lend not a nod, gawking from safety in jovial mirth
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lo and why they worship me, their corrupted absentee
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though they¡¯ve called me their god, there¡¯s no truth I can find
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more than instinct a fire
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more than guts a desire
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with such a burden it¡¯s a shame they can¡¯t deal
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gone insane from insatiable will
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with the eyes to behold
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they only wanted a lie
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with the potential to grow unrestrained
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they cast a bullet to promptly put straight through their brains
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humanity
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a notion poisoned, gone astray
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creatively paved
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their ashen ways to early graves
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like the rats they have raced
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In an endless gluttony for pain
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Oh I know that it hurts
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but your sadistic voyeur of a god is entertained
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like a high heeled shoe, crushing the praying mantis form
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to the taking of life I¡¯ve been desensitized, by unending waves of unfathomable automated porn
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their life is a disease, I¡¯ve created the damnedest of plagues
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I await now their end with a most bated breath, remorseless I am for the monster I have made
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humanity
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a notion poisoned, gone astray
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creatively paved
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their ashen ways to early graves
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like the rats they have raced
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In an endless gluttony for pain
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Oh I know that it hurts
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but your sadistic voyeur of a god is entertained
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Their Beloved Absentee
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The Black Dahlia Murder |