Brimstone Bbq
Take a number and pick a seat
How are you enjoying the heat
Welcome to the kitchen of hell
You will be here for a spell
Rotten meat and burning flesh
Hope you don't mind the smell
Smell of sulphur masks the fumes
Morbid screaming from the rooms
If you are abrade to die
Look around and you nay realize
We are all already here
Deep in the kingdom of all fear
So keep this close to mind
Before the hell you live in makes you lose your mind
You could go elsewhere if you keep your soul pure
If you embrace the heat you are dead for sure
Take a number for the kitchen the devil waits for you
Bring plenty of condiments for the capitalistic BBQ
We all already eat each other alive
So don't be abrade to take a bite
Don't follow others footsteps
Don't interrupt the neverending fight
Just sit back and watch the universe cook itself alive
Greed and hate will be the death of us
As we sit and wait
Sitting in hells kitchen
Embracing our ghastly fate
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