Take a raven from its nest
and it shall show you which is best
a big black rose that reeks of death
or basilisks fire, poison breath
wipe that smirk from 'cross your face
and go to hell to learn your place
the demons there will treat you well
that is of course if you can stand the smell
if after that you've learned your place today
then I shall allow your life
be thenceforth cleansed from my wicked knife
reaper reaper set me free
before lord satan sets fire to me
and burns my soul 'fore I can live
and finds some torture I am with
fly away on big black wings
but know that when the fat lady sings
your soul is mine for the reaping
and your mind is mine for the creeping.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
Take a raven from its nest
and it shall show you which is best
a big black rose that reeks of death
or basilisks fire, poison breath
wipe that smirk from 'cross your face
and go to hell to learn your place
the demons there will treat you well
that is of course if you can stand the smell
if after that you've learned your place today
then I shall allow your life
be thenceforth cleansed from my wicked knife
reaper reaper set me free
before lord satan sets fire to me
and burns my soul 'fore I can live
and finds some torture I am with
fly away on big black wings
but know that when the fat lady sings
your soul is mine for the reaping
and your mind is mine for the creeping.
one of my friends challenged me to a poetry contest. I think we know who won ^_^
his reaction after hearing it: "i'm going to go read my bible now..."
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