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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 |
