Do you want to see deaths cold face?
Would you like to touch it lightly with your fingers?
Just come to me, I can help you fulfill your dreams
These hands of mine can bring you your fantasy
This noose I slowly tie, will be the last thing you touch
So will you come to me and love me?
Would you let me kiss your feet as you hang from this oak?
Will you sign this contract, and give me your soul?
Look closely at what is happening, is this a dream? or reality?
Pull the cord and cut her throat
Our skulls filled with no thoughts
These Heretic sights blind our eyes
As feelings of loathing comes from our hearts
He is here... Death is here...
So will you come to me and love me?
Would you let me kiss your feet as you hang from this oak?
Will you sign this contract, and give me your soul?
He is not our enemy, we are our own
We commit these crimes because we are only humans
Primates to the scalped eye
We are hated by many, loved by few
Protest against what we need
Death has came to set us free
So please let it take you
I will guide it...
So will you come to me and love me?
Would you let me kiss your feet as you hang from this oak?
Will you sign this contract, and give me your soul?
We are prostitutes to death, taking us when he feels
We are just animals in the wild
Death taking his pick
I am his eyes, as he points me toward his victims
We are now face to face...
I shall now guide my hands to your neck
holding this noose, this is the end
Only way out is to jump
*A poem i made about the government.. Hidden meanings read closely.. Relates to education, politics and religion*
