The Death

Cut down your time and hope
You're just a bunch of mope
Your actions now in scope
Don't loose the strong long rope
Forgive my funny sins
Funeral trumpet wins

Red liquid flows from the bin
Sad destiny may begin,
She will ask you about the last will
Then you'll pay the largest one bill

You have 2 minutes,no stress
I'll take your last heavy breath

Move forward,left and shoreward
Your punishment's been ordered
And fate is now been sorted
But soul is not so sordid
Would you recreate your own game
Otherwise blood spots on the frame
And you'll feel non-natural shame
Kneeling next to the highest world's dame

He has cleared all thoughts about claim
Prudent loses life without aim

Use the last one minute,no stress
Now you know that I am the Death

Now you know that I am the Death
Now you know that I am the Death
Now you know that I am the Death



Credits
Writer(s): Edgar Kazancev
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