My hands are clipped
My lips are sealed
My eyes they flipped
Was sworn to be healed
The demons chuckle
As my heartbeat slows
My body tightly buckled
As my blood freely flows
The reaper nods it's head
As death was not destained
My soul was grieving scared
While my body all stained
I mediated a silent prayer
For my body was almost dead
Soon came the slayer
To scoop off my head
My flesh now a fresh set meal
For the devil that lays beneath
Satisfied with it's evil deal
My bones lying out of its sheath...


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