Notifying hell
impending demise
Need a room with a view
And a bag of French fries
The host is a ghost
With head of horns
Doomed I was ,since
The day I was born.
Evil flowed through my
troublesome veins
Where ever I ****
It left a black stain.
Life did **** I was not to wise
So I'm notifying hell
Of my impending demise