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The curse of the almighty
Ravaged this world of all to see
Oh, how tragic it must be
To be blamed for being bloody
I have always been ink,
Far longer than you think
I was meant to cure
But he made me not pure
A soul like no other,
The love of a mother
The joy of a lover
For her, it's all over
A soul like no other,
The loyalty of a brother
A demon with no offer
For him, it's not yet over
Hunt, little cat, hunt
Find them, make them pay
Don't let them have all the fun
Of being gods for a day
Retch, little demon, retch
All the sins inside of you
Unholier than a wretch
What have you come to...
Isn't this what you came for?
You're so far from home
But my ink shall blind you both
I am the curse, I am... The blot