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Laid to rest, deck out in my Sunday’s best

I better not spot you in the pews, making a big to do

You hurt me while I was here, don’t you f*&king shed a tear

Be proud no regret what you’ve done and what I’ve become

I’ll be waiting for you in Hell,

                     cause I cussed your presence as my final farewell

                                           Hoping that a million, no billion maggots

                                                        Eat your eyes that cry, you f&*king faggot

Making it’s way to your brain until you collapse and died

               Then consume the flesh that covered the evil that tried to hide

Itself as a person to love

Copyright © 2000

(orginally posted 12/14/07 )

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