Birth

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You birthed an angel.
But you create a devil out of it.
You're an irresponsible shit.
You don't deserve heaven.

I kill you in my mind everyday.
I put sharp things by my side.
Getting ready to engage.
Get ready to see my rage.

You're the demon.
You don't know it.
You thought you're an angel.
But you're straight from hell.

You have a voice of the devil himself.
You have the might of an evil knight.
You used me for your own amusement.
You made fear travel my body.

You birthed three angels.
But you created three demons out of it.
They'll kill you in their minds.
Poor you, you created what will kill you.

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