I don’t have to make threats. I just need to BREATHE.
I’m sure if there’s a Hell the pyre is burning, ready for you
But I can’t bank on that
I need you to burn in this life
I could say what you did and everyone would agree
But you know that I know- that’s enough for me
I know you remember the parts I forgot
That’s why these words are fuel to the fire burning hot
Here’s hell in this life, fucker
The little girl learned how to write
Wrote a letter, sent it far away
Someone knows the full story, and now I say:
You should have murdered me when you had the chance
I know you got regrets
I know you break out in sweat
I know you’re torn between desire and hate, and it fills you with rage
You’re smart enough to know you can never breathe safe
I got the advantage here
‘Cuz all I feel is HATE
You wanted to be god
Well, so let me be the devil
Your tragic «heaven»will burn from my hell
Turn off the lights now, you shit
Let’s see who’s really afraid of the dark
I know you’re watching, watching ‘cuz you could never look away
Every time I got cornered, there you were
Here you are
Watching, watching
‘Cuz you can’t look away
I’m sure your eyes are bleeding now
«Destroy the child, break her, doom her»
Says the wicked man who wants to be god..?
Well, so BE god..
and I’ll be the devil
I knew I was stronger than you then
I want to see if I am stronger than you now! Now that I am destroyed broken DOOMED-
and it doesn’t scare me!
But damn, it should scare you..
You should have murdered me when you had the chance!
The little girl learned to write, left clues hidden EVERYWHERE..
Wrote a letter, sent it far away..
Someone knows the full story.
Someone knows every name.
Someone knows every crime.
Someone knows.. Someone knows.. Someone knows.. Someone knows what to do when I die..
I know you’re watching, you can’t look away! Someone knows you wanted to be god.. So turn the lights off and meet your devil
I want to know, I want to know..
What will you do?
DESTROYED BROKEN DOOMED
I AM STILL STRONGER THAN YOU
Someone knows what to do when I die..
But first I will turn off your lights..
Yeah, I know what you wanted me to be.. You used my own birth against me.. 24/12/1987.. But I’m not your little Jesus, I’ll be your devil.. And I will set fire to your personal «heaven»
Someone knows, someone knows, someone knows..
And they are watching us both
Now you know.
Oh, and you are..
You are DESTROYED, BROKEN, DOOMED
Finally the fight is fair, huh.
Turn off the lights.. I dare you.
You’re so far from a god, your’re just straight up evil
Turn off the lights and meet your devil!
I know you’re watching, watching, you can’t look away..
I know you hear me when I say:
Destroyed, broken, doomed- or so you’d reckon
But I was never your little victim, I am the cold blade pressed against your neck; I AM A WEAPON
and all I have to do is..
All I have to do is breathe
..and you burn
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Stay strong, Sun. Be the blade 🩸
All you gotta do is breathe 🔥
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Åh kjære deg. Her blander du den ytterste sårbarhet med den råeste styrke og resultatet gir meg gåsehud og tårer i øynene. For en stemme du er! Har fulgt deg helt siden Løvetannmarsjen, du imponerte da, du imponerer nå. Du er mer enn en løvetann, du er en løve! Jeg vet at livet bryner deg hardt, men lov meg at du gjør alt du kan for å leve det ferdig. Du har så mye å gi, du har så mye å si, og jeg tror vi er flere der ute du har gjort uutslettelig inntrykk på, modige, kloke, vakre jenta. Ikke gi deg, da mister vi en diamant. Fortsett å pust, som du sier selv- av og til er det alt du behøver å gjøre. Klem fra Grete<3 (diktskriveren)
❤️🥹 Tusen takk, jeg måtte sende deg en mail. Hvis du var med på løvetannmarsjene så er vi allierte for livet ❤️