You Will Rest In Peace

You lie

in your

grave

 

Transforming

into the skeleton

that you are

 

And all your bones

will break so easily

 

When you fall into the 

hole that you dug

 

And I will shovel the dirt

and send you on your way to hell

 

And above your grave a stone I shall raise:

"Here lies the sellout who sold his soul to the devil

and spent his whole life making others suffer, may he never rest In Peace"

 

And I will spit on your your grave,

walking away satisfied 

 

Glad 

that your dead

 

Burning in 

Hell

 
Getting what you deserve

 

Finally reaping all you have

sown 

 

Consumed by fire,

betrayed into the hands of darkness 

 

A house divided against itself shall not stand:

you were merely pawn in the game that you lost 

 

And now you will pay the price of eternity 

to suffer as you made others suffer

 

Paid back with an equal measure

fit for the sins that you died in