Violence

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There's a glimmer of hope in your eyes
But worry in your pace

I've seen the way they all danced around me with caution. Even Phil, my own fucking father, was cautious with his words and actions around me. He knows I'm a changed man, so why so cautious still?

The urge is pinning me down
I'm antagonized

I hear voices.

"Blood for the blood god", they say. The voices want blood.

I've been able to ignore them, but god, I would just love to have the metallic taste of my enemies blood on my tongue.

I'll throw it all away
Block out the whispers
And carve my own path

But, no, I've been good. I moved to my own little house far away from L'manburg, all the way into the snow. It's nice, peaceful.

You better take a deep breath
And close your eyes in
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I remember the day like yesterday.

One month ago today, L'manburg was destroyed.

One month ago today, my father joined our little realm.

One month ago today, my brother died.

I pulled the trigger
The screams of agony
Echoed down the streets

One months ago, I unleashed all those withers, killing my friends.

The name of my enemy
Written in burgundy
With their own blood

When I found out that Tubbo was to become the new president, I was shocked, to say the least.

We fought a whole fucking battle, just shy of a war, because the current president was a tyrant, and then we go and replace him with yet another tyrant!?

Oh I told you, I only speak with violence
So look me in the eyes of you dare
You'll learn a lesson right then and there

I don't care if it is sweet, innocent, Tubbo.

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