• You see such things in this day and age
    Dear child, why do you gaze with desire?
    I have found your name on this grand page,
    He has demanded me to conspire.

    The book is open to your name
    Frail and desperate, paranoia in your veins.
    And so it is set, it is all a game,
    Soon the street will be littered with your brains.

    You should have listened, you should have sought
    But now it is too late, the chronicles fly by.
    Stories fade just like that woman you bought,
    And hark, here they come, high in the blue sky!

    I said it was a shame, dear child
    That you should eat this sweet apple of death.
    But I will not weep over your spilt blood all the while,
    You had fair warning, now you’ve lost your breath.

    May the flames consume your soul
    As your name fades from this mortal coil.
    He shall deliver you out of this great bowl,
    No longer will you step on that soft soil.

    I am the great reaper, and I have claimed your sad state
    Drink of my black wine, and eat this stale bread.
    For it is the last you will have before you wake,
    And then, my child, you shall see the dead.