PAYBACK

My ears are deaf to your pathetic cries
As another day ends, another hope dies
Do you pity the people you slaughter?
With each kill you make, the fires of Hell grow hotter.

The flames burn with a killer passion
They can't wait to torture you in the most painful fashion
They know of your cruel heartless crimes
For you, no church bells will chime.

Except for the fact that you'll be gone,
No one will mourn your death for long.
The townsfolk shall dance in the streets,
While you try to escape the unbearable heat.

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Written on All Hallow's Eve 2003.