Type O NegativeLess than zero

My reflection as that shadow's
blessing my death
Last soul in agony meet machine tragedy
God if you love me,
then why won't you set me free
I don't have call-waiting,
hey, was that you pranking me?
The sheep within
Wearing wolf's skin
Weak vagiant
Amongst midgets
Snot and cum, piss and shit
Of this I am made - like a taste of it?
Vomit, pus, sweat, tears, blood
The scab removed, revealing what was.
Of this man of Steele
Nothing is real
The truth be scant
Lord of idiots
The punishment
Eternal lent,
Victims be clear
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