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Stench of sulfur;

rotting corpse, walking dead 

Demonically possessed,

along for the ride 

Permanent leave of absence 

to the land of the lost

Retired and pardoned

from life

Vicariously avenge myself upon your

soul

Wrath of fires of hell

consume your wickedness

Rotten body in earth,

smell of formaldehyde

Your soul is raped 

by the demons you love

My vengeance is complete,

unleash my hate upon thee

Vicariously I witness your 

torture

Spit on your grave,

no respect for a sorcerer

Contempt for the reprobate;

"from hells heart I strike at thee"