Vices and nices came in black dress
To mourn your death without stress
As your sympathy mingles with lies
And your sweet words with poison ties
Cursed worms will relish your flesh
When, you, to hell their blest
I'll shed no tears at your funeral
I'll shake and fears at your funeral
It's the end of scary nightmares
That haunts life's daring dares
Your hearth filled with venom of destruction
Your love is fake, filled with extortion
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