Down By The River Styx

I sat down by the river Styx

Watching all the ghostly chicks

Flying quickly downstream

Their souls fairly far from free,

Alas the past has come so fast

A Blast, A flash of life I had

Shortly lived some would say...

Yet years don't make you feel alive

A scream or two when others die

The thrill when squeals came from the females I killed

Their blood wrenched bodies would further still

Never resting my urges for fun

When others unravel what it was I had done

My death came, though it was hardly classy

A victim's friend was rather flashy

Dressed my body up they surely did

Then ran from the cops, and must have hid

So now I sit by the River Styx

Looking at all the potential chicks

Many had said I would burn in hell

But heaven surely awaits the place I will dwell