My friends, they all are gone.
I've laid them to rest.
Shovel and blisters in my hands,
I've nearly conquered this test.
I've shed tears for the fallen,
But I know one day they shall rise.
In his tomb I'll find you,
I shall be your demise.
You pitiful wretch of a man,
The shell of what you once were.
I'd spill your blood for nothing,
For less I've done much more.
Fate would have it,
You live today.
But I'll see you in Hell,
I look forward to the day.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 9:08 AM UTC
My friends, they all are gone.
I've laid them to rest.
Shovel and blisters in my hands,
I've nearly conquered this test.
I've shed tears for the fallen,
But I know one day they shall rise.
In his tomb I'll find you,
I shall be your demise.
You pitiful wretch of a man,
The shell of what you once were.
I'd spill your blood for nothing,
For less I've done much more.
Fate would have it,
You live today.
But I'll see you in Hell,
I look forward to the day.
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