You rely on the hope that you're blessed because you're weak.
Accept your fate.
You wait to live as if the hourglass can be turned.
Take this threat and understand it's a promise that everyone will keep.
One chance to not be a waste of a human life, and you spit in its face.
And as your body decays only grief will replace what you've lost.
You'll rue the day that you walked from the path of sanity.
Your god does not watch over me.
So if you wanna play the victim, I'll fucking make you one.
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