judgment day
the heat flowed through my body
my tears dripped along with the sound of still
how could i have done that
got the wit and evil to kill
as i stand before the god on judgement day
i saw a glimpse of heaven and there i hope to stay
i never went to church
i never sat and prayed
i longed to kill and torture
and on the bland streets i strayed
the holy father was no fair
but i understand his story of my life to tell
the heat flowed through my body
.....in hell
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