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Im not one for sinning

But if you lay a finger on her,

I'll be the first to raise hell.

And watch as your being is cooked slowly 

From the flame of my wrath.

I'll feast on my victory

And gather her in my arms,

So together we can cheer and smell the flesh 

Burning off your bones.

(Im no cannibal but I'll enjoy the taste of your failure)

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