The angel of death
More like the seraphim of theft
You stole from me you omnipotent crook
Leaving my soul shook
But I’ve had time to cry
I’m no longer shy
I’m standing firm to ask you why?
And with all the rage in me wish I could make you die!
Since I know I can’t rewrite the past
It won’t be swift and fast
You stole my family, in heaven they’ll stay
But it’s long been time for you to pay!
Brandish your scythe and raise it high
Prepare thy self specter the end is nigh
As I put on brass knuckles I wonder if you draw breath
Only because I want to watch it leave you as I beat you to death!
There isn’t one molecule in you I don’t want to obliterate
With ever ounce of power I can generate
I’d battle you not knowing if I could succeed
But I wouldn’t be pleased until I see you bleed
I’d feed your blood to the earth
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, truly a sacrifice of some worth
I know I’m venting for clarity
But I hope the angel of death suffers for all eternity.