Death’s Design

(12 June 2012)

Ha ha ha

Death's design will soon be mine

And you will be my puppet, boy

Be careful where you tread

For the land of the dead beckons you, boy

Divine as such, a puppeteer is

Dangling and wrangling another wooden, you

And when you are broken

These words will be spoken:

"Into the fire you go!"

Ha ha ha

Tell me, boy

Do you feel dead?

You will be laid upon coals of fire

A puppeteers' strings hold you fast

Wrapped around your body, you shudder and gasp

Every last breath will be mine

Ha ha ha

Tell me, boy

Do you feel dead?

You will be shoved into a furnace of liars

The flames lick your body,

The lies fuel their desire

Your body will smoulder

And burn

And crumble

But what can you do?

But writhe and mumble

Ha ha ha

How do you like me now, boy?

Talking and mocking

You could never take a hint

Where is your God, boy?

Ah, yes, look to the light

Hell delights you?

Fire illumes the night

Death's design now is mine

And you are my puppet, boy

Don't worry where you tread

For the land of the dead is now your home, boy

Divine as such, a puppeteer is

I dangled and wrangled another wooden, you

And since you are broken

These words are spoken:

"Into the fire you go!"