Your vision is dying
before your eyes sweet prince
The corpses piled so high
the lime can't mask the stench
In twenty years time
you'll be the only one left
All your acolytes are liars
who serve only death
A pathetic crew
Now without its fool
The joke is on you
The fool was your best
But I'm sure
this warning will be ignored
Just like all the rest
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
Your vision is dying
before your eyes sweet prince
The corpses piled so high
the lime can't mask the stench
In twenty years time
you'll be the only one left
All your acolytes are liars
who serve only death
A pathetic crew
Now without its fool
The joke is on you
The fool was your best
But I'm sure
this warning will be ignored
Just like all the rest
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