What do you think will happen after death|
Who'll be coming for to carry you home
Angels? Devils? Attending your last breath
Feel certain you will not have far to roam
The flames of Hell already course through you
They crispify every hope you have
Those of family members by you, too
Goodness and attitude prove no good salve
For burns you inflict with pen, mouth, and mind
Lying, ridicule, searing barbs your tools
Guerilla tactics of the evil kind
All players in the game you play like fools
So where will you spend your eternity?
With Satan, head of your fraternity.