I Don'T Joke About the Dead
Like high on helium
Let ecstasy lift you to maximum.
It's not a nice world down there
In the land beneath this atmosphere.
If you depart please go heaven-wards,
For hell's stores bears no rewards.
That's why I don't joke about the dead
I talk of them in countenance sad.
I once slid on the sharp gloomy sword
To the treacherous deep oblivious pit
Where the ten headed dragon sits.
His throne of shame is guarded by disdain.
Honor is innocent blood of martyrs slain
But his avenging efforts die out at the cross.
In vain he staggers to win the few by force.
Could the wicked dead had a salvation chance
Then to the dead i could joke and dance,
But the devil's victims are deceased sinners,
Who slumber holding hell's subpoenas.
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