May we all go to hell
May we all choose to lie
May we all fall and die
May my hands stay raised
And my feet tap in the beat of the drum
My heart no longer numb
May your voice cure them all
Dancing to the sound of bore
Loving death worshippingly
Reciting from memory, - amen!
Not to the Gods but to the likes of men
Oh mama, may we all go to hell
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