would you like to feel the blood drip
watch my finger slip
the sound of the trigger trip
then a flash into your future crypt
would you like to feel your life end
feel no remorse for all you've sinned
know the pain will pass to your kin
the bringing of your untimely end
now locked inside your cardboard box
and as the grim reaper knocks
you begin to fall apart
no will left in your heart
now from this life, you shall depart
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