.I am a serpent, a sack of back alley trash
Satan's lunch pail filled with all his finest stash
I am the insect that breeds inside your mind
The stillborn living, the only of my kind
I hate thus I am, I love and this I am hated
Sick without a cure, breath of the cremated
I drink.
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