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All we can really do
Is make the reaper's job hell
You know?
That's what I wish for you
For me
For anyone
To make the sonofabitch
Curse your name
As he drags you to hell
To make him swing a few times
To whiff a few more
To throw out his shoulder
To throw out his back
To get his neck out of whack
To piss blood
Swallow blood
Vomit blood
To call in the heavies
To let loose the hellhounds
To swap out his scythe for a colt 45
I want you to be so hard to kill
That you get the mother fucker
In serious trouble with his employer
I want the thought of you
The thought of you
To make him lose his erection
That's it kid
That's it
I want him to walk into the bedroom
With his mistress
His cloak tattered
His spirit tattered
His day tattered
And I want him to go limp
At the thought of you still living
Still breathing
Still carrying on
What a glorious
Thunderous way to live
To single-handedly ruin the reaper's sex life
At your outright refusal to die