I pray for god to kill me.
I pray that he will kill you too.
One day, he's goin'na hear an answer to my prayer.
I wonder which one he'll choose.
Pt. 4 "O, Fuck, I'm Fucked. Fuck."
You built a chair,
atop my chest,
but i have fashioned a saw.
Now that I see the back of your foot. I am cutting it off.
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