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Death N Taxes II
I have heard all your excuses
I have listened to all your pleas
It is time to pay the pipers
With the sweet tears of your misery
Ahh the suffering
You have to surrender all your taxes
Now it is time for me
They always say the only thing IN life
That is inevitable, is death and taxes
And you have paid your fees
So hold still my friend, please
As this sliver slices so clean
I’ll collect your words
Your memories
Your soul
All your sins
To add to my collection
Tokens for the many apocalypses
While the ancient moon eclipses
As minds of man flee, as the doors
Of this damned nation swing free
To let the doom light shine across this land
Of madness and mystery
You are the key, don’t you see
To all the delicious misery
Someone once said, “The only assurances in life are death and taxes!”
I’ll let you read the fine print, I’ll send the faxes
All there is; is death and taxes!
Let me grind my sliver axes
Watch the blade gleam in the slow moonlight
I like the way it sparkles in your fearful eyes
You have paid your dews,
Now I’ll have to collect my fees
Now your pound of flesh for his glory,
This is only part of my story
Fury for the masses…
Ahh yes my wages are dark
And your taxes are spent
Time to take a ride with me
As we watch as eternity passes!
Copyright ©
Poet Tellaferro
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