No more reasoning, no more doubt.
A human with no soul cannot figure what it's all about.
Sold his soul for the Whore, the feeling is what he wants.
Too bad he cannot act his age, his growth then stunt.
The funk, the beat, I sacrifice all that are willing.
An assassin by heart, I do this for a living.
Abducting souls at this moment, a special place in time.
Drinking his blood as if I was drinking a fine red wine.
In line at the gates, all is revealed to those.
Even though they lied, they say they act, and it does not show.
The bow implements, a soul hangs on the stake.
A hopeless dimwit, his soul then bakes.
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