For My President When He Dies

I’ll count your death as a blessing
Praise the Lord! Tell the church this testimony.
Sing the psalm with sweet harmony
With joy shall I be expressing
Your breath takes ours away
So don’t call us evil when we pray
Cos each beads brings close your end
Our survival on your death depend
We perish lest
When your rapture lastly embraces your ghost
Surely, you’d be rejected by the heavenly host
Hell shall be served a boeuf for a roast
And mother earth would celebrate with a toast.
On your grave,
You deeds we’d engrave.

Tochi