Yes honey, pray a little more
For all the pain and anger
Pray a bit more
For the times i called you a whore
Do pray much more
For we are not going ashore.
I am staring at the stain for hours long
And humming the dead song.
My hero is no more.
Lying there dead rotten filthy stinky torturous bastard with the heart of a stone.
Oh Honey! It’s time to pray more.
For this bastard needs to rest in peace now that he is a soul.
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