Rotisserie
It dangled from the tree there
I kiss the burning feet
I tasted hells rotisserie
I now fear hells reprieve
To see myself in 3rd person
The reaper hunts for me
So ill billow out in laughter
To see normal people bleet
I hide my pain with compliments
And smile from cheek to cheek
I tasted hells rotisserie
I fear that evil tree
Carved out in paradox
my sins wrote the hew
Through my actions grow the branches
And my pain that makes the rope
One day I'll be swinging there
The stench of burning meat
Come taste hells rotisserie
And listen to me bleet
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