A New Age

Awaiting Death

I sit alone in my cell
Awaiting my entry to hell
Finnaly I am face to face with reality
Came to grips with my abnormality
My crimson tears seep into the carpet
Slit my wrists for his highness
A new mesure of release is found
Deep within my saviors burial ground
Scrawled upon the tombstone of the devil
To whom this may bring tremendous revel
I take my first steps down this dark grave
To cause afflict is all that I crave

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