Defiler

Walking in grass filled with leprosy, we must resist the liquid anniversary.
This isn't what I wanted life to be, but you stole the script, and re-wrote the final scene.
You were never there, you never cared, I can smell your fear, and I am coming for you.
You bloviate of hate and pain, but your a fake- succumb unto my reign,
Of doom and death and Neferius, Pain? now you will feel true pain.