The End

Death
The ultimate high
Nothing quite like
Watching you die

Pain
It makes me sweat
You think I like it?
You bet

Blood
It flows so pure
Does it taste good?
I'm sure

Rotting
6 feet below
Maggots devour your flesh
It has to be so

A thousand years later
Your bones will be dust
In the end
You rust


3/19/91

 

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