My epithet is emptiness
I'm the fulcrum of your fate
My consort is contempt
For I am home to all you hate
My ritual is reprisal
You'll know when I am near
My calling is in killing
Your peril has no peer
My labor is to lacerate
It rejuvenates my joy
My vengeance is most vivid
When I treat you like a toy
My affliction is not apathy
Don't bore me with your blame
My delight is death
The gory, grisly game.















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