And It Shall Claim Your Soul

The Three Deaths

Tear apart the human body,

like some sick demented hobby,

and strew about the guts and glory,

this is a fucking demented story.

And as you lay, bloodied and gone,

you are still alive, and you can hear this song,

why do you try to resist the void?

The light at the end of the tunnel, it played and toyed.

Your body is a wreck, but your spirit is alive,

You slowly drift to heaven, something you strive,

but a hand grabs your wings and tears them asunder,

as a horrible laugh echoes like thunder.

Your wicked deeds have turned to this,

And now its time for your soul to turn too piss,

you will live in Hell and be tortured forever,

Your soul left to toll for your disgusting endeavors.

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