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Push me once more, you’ll receive The pain you’ve inflicted on me I’ll beat you till you flow with blood But still, that will not be enough I’ll bring my fist back to your face The air you breathe is such a waste My fist completes one more attack Each time it does, I get you back I put both hands around your throat And laugh while you begin to choke Now which one of us is weak? Who now is too afraid to speak? Those feelings they were never mine I waited for the perfect time And now I let you go and laugh For you have tasted half my wraith I would have given all to you But wanted you to know all through That all the power lies with me So don’t you ever fuck with me

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