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Jack and Sam
were two inseparable souls
Best friends tend to be like that,
especially if both were born on the same day
They were two good looking kids,
who liked to play rough and tumble
Didn't mind scraping their knees on the ground
They had a zest for life, most people did say ...
but their lives ended in a tragic way
This is the way I heard it,
how the story was told to me
The biographical facts are not important,
it's up to you to choose whether to believe
Jacqueline and Samantha
were two thrill seeking souls
Small town life was way too boring for these wildcats
They once took a fateful trip to the bad side of town,
and snuck into the Old Devil Mill saloon
Got drunk and partied down with the type of people
their parents frowned on
While there, they met an old lady
with wrinkled, leathery lizard-like skin
She sat her whiskey glass down on an old, dusty book,
and gave the two young girls the old, dirty bastard look
The old hag said she only wanted to know two things:
how old were they, and were their virgin flowers still sprouting?
Sam and Jack 
said they were both seventeen,
and sex was something they had not yet did or seen
Everyone in the bar got quiet when the old woman raised her hand,
and summoned more drinks for the girls,
delivered by a devilishly handsome bartending man
The old witch said, girls, I got something for you that's better than sex,
it's the powerful, occult dark ways
And if I give you this here book, your soul stays
Jack and Sam 
looked at each other,
both had a mischievous gleam in their eye
They were two uncaged birds, a pair raring to fly
Then they said their favorite saying: might as well fly high before you die
When they left that bar with the book, they were never the same
They became withdrawn, wearing Goth black widow clothes ...
and were around each other even more than before
Family members would later say,
Sam and Jack 
kept their bedroom doors locked
That they burned foul smelling incense,
and mumbled weird, unintelligible things
Shrieks in the middle of the night became constant
At school, they cursed the teachers,
and flirted with other girls' boyfriends
They said boys only wanted one thing,
and girls only gossiped stupid whisperings
At home, their parents were exasperated,
they tried to reason and talk to the girls
This only sent them in a rage; smashing the dishes,
or letting loose a most vile, digestive hurl
Jack and Sam
began to talk of death often,
saying when they die, they want to make a lot of noise
They want to cause a lot of people pain,
have everyone guessing, everybody wondering
They said the bad book said,
emotional torture was the cruelest pain,
far greater than the physical
With the physical, the body shuts down
and the hurt fades away;
with the mental, the pain always lingers around ---
burning in your heart, forever to stay
Sam and Jack
got into a rented Mustang car on their eighteenth birthday,
and drove fast and furious in a hateful way
They careened off the road
that snaked through the mountain side
Their car flew over the edge and sailed in the air,
it felt like they were in a boat or a plane ...
their maniacal laughter echoing everywhere
All the while, on the way down, holding hands
Hitting ground zero brought them instant gratification
And somewhere, a young witch with soft, fair skin,
smiled and sang:
Jack and Sam,
my sweet two lovebirds
Fly far, fly far faraway
In death you kept your promise,
gave us the best double suicide ever on your devil's day
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