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I see you and your craven look

I see the evil you represent,

The darkness, the hatred, the lust for death,

Yet here I stand before you,

Offering forgiveness, 

But not for the good of you

But for myself,

Right up to my final breathe,

I shall forgive all that you do

But I can see in those demonic, Megalomaniac eyes

You will never be able to forgive yourself

For the evil you do,

Which is how it should be

And no tears with I cry.