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You Will Rest In Peace
You lie
in your
grave
Transforming
into the skeleton
that you are
And all your bones
will break so easily
When you fall into the
hole that you dug
And I will shovel the dirt
and send you on your way to hell
And above your grave a stone I shall raise:
"Here lies the sellout who sold his soul to the devil
and spent his whole life making others suffer, may he never rest In Peace"
And I will spit on your your grave,
walking away satisfied
Glad
that your dead
Burning in
Hell
Getting what you deserve
Finally reaping all you have
sown
Consumed by fire,
betrayed into the hands of darkness
A house divided against itself shall not stand:
you were merely pawn in the game that you lost
And now you will pay the price of eternity
to suffer as you made others suffer
Paid back with an equal measure
fit for the sins that you died in
