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When they lay me to Earth

and say those final words,

I’ll look to the Heavens

see St. Peter Laughing like a clown.

Then I’ll look down

see spoiled linen

soiled by my sinning.

Lucifer pacing and fretting

pacing thinking I’ll take over

fretting about the chaos I stir.

Neither one do I want,

so once again reincarnation.

On Earth I cause chaos and destruction

so if I’m pissed good.

Though I cast a hood

of darkness with each death

with each last breath

I am binded to the dead

with each murder I gain one and lose two.

So I choose whose blood will be shed.

Don’t piss me off because the blood will come from you.