A martyr to some,
a God to others.
My will is that of insatiable pain,
my soul condemned to burn in Hellfire eternal.
Masochism, sadism...
it’s all the same to me.
The joy of inflicting pain, receiving pain,
you know not how much pleasure it brings,
how much rapture it gives.
You condemn me for my actions,
wish me to hell,
want me to die.
Bow before me, friend,
for I am your God.
Worship me, despise me.
Love me, hate me.
It makes no difference to me
one way or the other.
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