I HATE A MAN
IF YOU CAN EVEN CALL HIM A MAN
HIS WAYS ARE NOT HIS OWN
HE IS A COWARD
AN IMP
A LIAR
A TERRIBLE LITTLE PERSON
FULL OF DESTRUCTION AND DISASTER
HE HAS NO ONE TO LOVE
HE IS ALONE
HE IS A WICKED SOUL
HE IS NOTHING THAT I FAVOR
HE IS NOTHING TO ME
I HAVE FORGIVEN FOR THE LAST TIME
YOU CAN GO FAR FAR AWAY
YOU CAN GET BENEATH MY FOOT
I AM DONE WITH YOU
YOU MEAN NOTHING TO ME YOU DESERVE NOTHING FROM ME
THESE WORDS ARE ALL THAT YOU HAVE OF ME
I HOPE YOU ENJOY WHAT YOU'VE BECOME
BECAUSE YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE SIR
SINCERELY,
YOUR ENEMY
YOU GOT IT I WANT IT
...
BUT NOT JUST FROM ANYONE
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