Now listen up here,
Take your seat,
The show will soon begin.
What show, you may ask.
The show Of Hate.
I'll chose one person from the audience
They will wish on who they want to die in their life.
And that person will appear.
Choose the way they die.
And watch it as it comes alive.
Let us go to their funeral.
Black Veils cover our faces.
As we lay dead roses, on the ground.
And in their caskets.
The Storm rolls in.
Lighting Flashing, thunder clapping,
Rain pouring, like the skies tears.
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