my noose was made out of razor wire
anticipation of the last swing.
a lot has changed since the playground now looking forward to being put in the ground .
chanting begins with the sinister laughter playing the sweet tune of hell I guess all's well that ends well right.
put to death for breathing unholy words through tongue and teeth they shall all burn with me
show me the cross and I'll show how easy it burns
tell me about the word and I'll prove it is a lie
I can show you lands where blood feeds the grass and makes the air smell sweet
I am proof that what you think you can kill
you can't
©marduk
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