Ambition spawned a thousand ghosts,
A thousand faces to play their hosts.
Like false light mirrored by the moon,
the sum of your lives revealed too soon.

Take a step, take up your scythe,  o death
hear the men plead with their very last breath
show mercy for the effervescent faithful
as the ****** scythe separates another skull

Life so fragile constantly treading the line,
that separates death and feeling fine.
A squeeze of the trigger or one false step,
the devil or God is waiting at your doorstep

When they come pay homage if you can afford,
and dodge the edge of this broadsword.
with electric paddles and false lungs, no gun
one day your body will be beyond broken.

Pay the debts of your spirit you will
dreams of pain or pleasure you feel.
An eternity in the matrix of your mind,
one day after torment peace may you find.

So remember, breath shallow