A thousand broken bones.
This is blasphemy.
Just listen to the way
you talk to me.
Am I not a holy entity?
Am I not everything
that you hoped I would be?
Lay down your
guns and books,
Please cast your eyes
to the skies without those
side-glancing looks.
I'll make it up to you.
I'll cash in a million tickets,
die a thousand times,
if you'll just trust in me,
and not read between the lines.
So let me lead you
beyond the golden gates,
to the house up on the hill.
Where the doors,
open up to greet you
and give in to your will.
Hope for the Holy Ghost!
Because when we're in hell
we'll live it up best we know how.
Because I fear no neverending
torment,
that's what we live now.
I'll pray for a better day,
I'll throw my arms to the sun.
I'd walk my way to heaven,
But for Hell, I'll run.
I've made my decision.
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Submission Name: Open Up Like The Reaper
