Satan's Sparkle

Slowly slowly
People start to understand
There is no journey
There is no end

One hell, another
We are all born from the same father,
Mother Earth we owe you a favor
People's death is your sweetest flavor
I don't mind diying as long all men die
Before me, this I call a freedom of setting
Earth free.


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