I bring the goods, and all that should be internalized.
If you would be evil I just have to exorcise.
An angel in my pocket, a devil at your throat.
Blood pouring form your sockets, head twisting til you choke.
My lines have been blessed by holy powers of divinity.
Kneel down and confess you're not even in my vincinity.
One day you'll attest to my total, absolute victory.
and if you regress i'll have to puncuate that viciously.
Your the guilty, I'm the judge, With hellfire like a flood.
Burning brightly from above, the flow courses through my blood
Even before the end of the story, there's an obvious winner.
With me standing over you in glory, and your heart full of splinters.
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Chrono1219