"Wake up, Son
Speak to me of Hatred."
the rage of a silent past
A bliss that never lasts
A searing ache in chest
A wound gaping aghast
"Ope' up, Son
Speak to me of Pain."
The lust for love's eternity
Craving for a trust
A dagger pierced through the heart
A redemption unbidden
"Soar up, Son
Speak to me of Greed."
A mounting desire
An ungranted dream
A swift drag of malice
A fanatic lust
"Rise up, Son
Let's create the world"
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