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Archetype of Perfection

They build you up to bring you down in the epitome of your joy
devour your soul and give it upon the fire
in which decaying corpses prosper and thrive

I bid you farewell
I wont be with you in Hell to watch you burn
and then to laugh in turn

Blood rushes to my head as corruption stains
the only person who claimed to be the archetype of perfection
then became the heir of all the world's affection