What's In the Bucket By Fd Ravenskraft

What's in the bucket
By FD Ravenskraft for the Psalms of HIMM 

Hey there. Mister
What's in the bucket
I notice you carried it everywhere
Darkness has stare

Hey. Mr Scarecrow
What's you know
The bucket is full of black smoke
I notice your soul inside the darkly York
Darkness will care

Hey. Mr. Murderous
What's in the bucket
Notice your skull inside that thing
And burned ashes of thee
You see
I cremated your soul and your body as well
Now you are out
 to raise hell
Can you tell

Hey Mister Baba yaga

What's in the bucket
Your body is now black mist
Counterfeit and diss
Dusk the dawn of time
This is my rhyme
Mr Scarecrow
Murderous whore
Knocking on my door
To claim your final score

Burn in hell and walk the earth evermore 
Your bucket is full nothing more

End. Do not look in the bucket
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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