Weak shallow opportunist
Your apostasy will never be excused
You think I care about your happiness?
I hope you choke on the life you consume
No absolution
Fuck your
Plea for excuses
You surrender to the basest passions
You fucking overrule reasons’ commands
You know full well the cost of your actions
Innocents’ blood stains your fucking hands
No absolution
Fuck your
Plea for excuses
I hope you die cold and alone
Like the creatures whose lives you’ve stolen