Trash, rash, ash!
Death is not very far from your fingers;
Pocket, rocket, docket!
Seen with your acts in the land;
Dog, underdog!
The exhibits;
Going to the farm,
But, let it be so.
The home girl!
With the home boy;
Pin, pain, in!
Death is not very far away from you;
Because of your negative acts in the land,
In the shadows of wickedness.
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