Let me tell you a thing about death
See…death came and brushed shoulders with me
Made me think we’re friends, so naïve I was
Just when I thought I was safe
When I thought death couldn’t touch me
It snuck up on me and took what was dear to me
Now I have it in for Death…
My wish is to kill thee
I wish Death to be no more
Your presence brings nothing but misery
A notorious thief is what I call thee
It must be a sick joke to you…
Surely you get a kick out from other’s misery
You find a sense of Superiority in the misery of others
Death be no more, I cast you out into the very womb you came from
I wish upon you Death, Live by the sword, die by the sword
Let it be and from this day I proclaim an end to your existence
I cast the very evil you cast upon us unto you
Death be on all the paths you cross, let it be that you have no way out
Let death be your destiny after all it runs in your blood
Six feet under let that be your home now and forever
At last death has kicked the bucket
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