Death and Taxes

Someone once said “The only assurances in life is death and taxes!” I’ll let you read the fine print, I’ll send the faxes All there is; is death and taxes! Watch me grind my sliver axes Watch the blade gleam in the slow moonlight I like the way it sparkles in your hooded eyes You have paid your dews, your pound of flesh for glory, Fury for the masses… You have been taxed & now all you have is me Here too reap my rewards As your vain opens, crimson flows like wine at the Eucharist Unholy is my communion, your blood is my life! As I watch your eyes go relax All you have now is me at last What a trip, as I wander to the holly-caust The people I meet, the things they say, and do! Oh, My! What a wonderful thing his Creation is… This life you mortals live As I have mentioned before I’m the one assurance that some say is inevitable As death and taxes, and your taxes have been paid.