I am the god of trouble
Everywhere I go things turn to rubble
I cause the things that you hate most
I'll make you haunted by a ghost
War is the thing that gets me off
It's my little way of knowing i kan't go soft
Jealousy is my wicked way
When i make you cry and wana say
"let me rest"
for i will reply "no you pest"
for you deserve everything you get
your nothing more than horses spit
as you will reach your demise
I will arise and power shall go onto another
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