| One thousand hands pull you down into dark waters
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| Victimized—
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| Time of life on earth, expired
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| Coldly served the vengeance, damning
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| Murder in the first degree
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| Fodder for the oaken box, so lined with velvet tapestry
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| Descent— imminent
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| Bladder and bowels into pants, spent
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| The glow is waning in your eyes
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| What’s coming next is no surprise
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| Death phlegm rattles—
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| Terrible, the choking swansong
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| Rapid decline—
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| When old age brings burdens, cumbersome
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| Cruelly dealt the sickness, growing
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| Malignancies triumphantly
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| Destroyed you from the inside out
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| Begging for death, insistently
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| Into the Everblack
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| From where there’s no coming back
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| Six feet below the earth
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| Rotting food for the fetid worms
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| Into the harrowed grave
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| Your mortal soul cannot be saved
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| Into the nether realm
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| Dead as slate and cold as hell
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| Funereality—
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| (Headstones towering above…)
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| S’far as the eye can see
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| Condemned to hell, so morbidly
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| My friend, you’ll never see
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| (Lost forever, in between…)
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| In revenance, you’ve been deceived
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| What you have prayed for shall not be
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| Your hollow cries, he has denied
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| (Your weak religion dies…)
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| With thee a feeble cross—
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| Insignia of fabled gods
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| You’ll haunt a landscape draped in grey
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| (Deceased and meant to be…)
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| To push the daisies up, eternally
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| Your name is here in stone
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| Into the Everblack
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| From where there’s no coming back
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| Six feet below the earth
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| Rotting food for the fetid worms
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| Into the harrowed grave
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| Your mortal soul cannot be saved
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| Into the nether realm
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| Dead as slate and cold as hell |