Die Sinner
See this knife fly towards your head,
see this cold, ice cold bed,
now twist around,
and here the sound,
of screaming in the wind,
You know that you have sinned,
so why try to fight it,
it took so long to transmit,
these words through your,
thick head, it must be sore,
after a blow like that,
and you not wearing a hat,
or a helmet,
must have hurt, and have you met,
my little friend named Death,
once he killed this guy Seth,
I killed him,
but just on a whim,
have you been dead before,
it's quite a pleasent war,
because this hell it real,
not a make believe deal,
dude this hell is here,
and it lasts more than a year.
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