I curse you through the night. Feel my wrath! Feel my claws and teeth, ripping and tearing at you. Feel my pain, my pain, my pain. He was mine! You took him. You are a jealous God. There was noone in heaven or hell more special, so you took him. I hate you for that. Now you have back what was mine. You win! I'm on bended knee. My claws have been retracted, my teeth have fallen out. Look at me! This empty shell, that you have hollowed out. I'm coming soon, to take my place in heaven or in hell. Just one last plea, let me see one more time, my child, my child, my child.

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