There were no traces of my intemperance.
Amiable Aries with a playful innocence.
Sacrificed myself to your pleasures.
Such a guilty sport, your dark desires.

A little lamb fell victim to your sacrilegious practice.
There can be no state of equality when your
sovereignty commands injustice.
Soon I'll distil life's poison from your soul
as if my deft hands had divinity.
Your life will be a souvenir for my revenge regardless of its corporeity.

No one can comprehend how much hate is brewing within me for you.
Oh, how every essence of me would ache,
if your death isn't sculpted these hands of mine.
I'll confess, once my now spiteful heart had only loved you.


By Mc Bain Sammy.