It seems I destroy what I have, what I’ve created

Then could I wish what doesn’t exist, doesn’t exist… no more?

It has never been perfect and never will be

Disdainful death I come to demand you

All the life you have stolen, every piece you have taken

I want it now, I wish for it now

You have chosen to be touched by these cold hands

Indeed

Touched by misery, feel the doom while I embrace you

I am king sadiM, blessed by infection

Every thing and every being will be withered and soiled by me

While you turn your beauty to grimness

I cum on your immaculate white skin

As you lose your faith violently

I have failed again

It seems I soil all I touch, all I’ve loved

Then could I hate what doesn’t exist, doesn’t exist… no more?