May the father be at peace,
with what his daughter has sown.
May the demon dr. Naples,
have no rest from the sun.

Blistering in his sin, all his greed
weighs him down.

All the gold in his heart,
shackled his soul,
in contempt of the righteous,
will he fall from grace.

For those cursed in greed,
share no mercy in hell.

It blisters
There
Hope
Alive

Even now,
I can hear it,
But there is no rest for the wicked.

His transgressions meet no court.
And his madness and lust,
consume the whole earth.

He tears the ties of family,
And the bonds of love.

And may my wrath burn stronger still,
Death to your happiness-
be gone the joy in your life.

But there is no rest for the wicked,
not until you die.