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Bastard!

You who feast on love, and drink from trust,

You beg for freedom from this icy Cocytus?

Forever ravenous, eternally envious,

Forever debased, drowning in your disgrace.

You've never been better than a mongrel gnawing at his master's trash,

So desperate affection you'll sup on my cock-raw, ridden, ran-through slags.

Oh, what a shame.

Is this the reward for a brother’s embrace?

That you, Bastard, should make me the Abel to your Cain?

I need no dagger, only the truth to gut you.

Treachery in every breath,

You wear the face of better men,

And hide behind black cigarettes,

So fashionably fake.

You slither, you scheme,

Waste it all on a faithless dream,

Then cowered behind the dogs you bribed,

To bring me to my knees?