Stick a knife right in his side. Make sure he's good and dead.
Last hope of a dying breed. Make sure he's good and dead....
when I give the word. Now I close your book of fiction. Your monopolized existence. Now I close the door to your fabricated salvation. This Hell is yours, and all the demons in it.
This Hell is yours and you can fucking have it back.
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