Hell Enjoying the devil laughs, beheading myself, Telling them to shut up won't be enough. They feed on pain they feed on sorrow,maybe I'm the feast they need. They don't dare to touch me,they don't dare to see the darkest part of me. I'm there laughter I'm their joy....but what are they to me? A perfect feast of course!
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