You will die
Death to my right hand
He has betrayed me
He lied, stole
And crushed my soul
Hmm that was smart
No one messes with me
I'd kill you myself
If I knew where to go
You can't run forever
I'll find you soon
And when I do
You'll be
Rotting
In this
Bottomless
Hole
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