To the Dark Lord
Dear Satan, please look to your left and right,
tell me how do you sleep at night?
how do you feel tying my friends so tight?
I hate your cause, your gut and name,
When I lived, your cause became a bad flame,
that came to me as a fine dame.
In my dying this is how I knew you,
You’re everything so fleek and nice.
I hate that you deceived Zion’s daughter,
Stop pretending you’re my brother.
Brothers will never leave brothers alone
You’re everything bad about clones.
Two-goody-times burnt-son of the dark side.
I pray death finds you and your tide
So the Knight’s vengeance will be accomplished.
I may be dead but not for you
My soul belongs to the Earth that made me.
Don’t point a finger at my deeds
My seeds will grow and pierce your stinking soul
Cause without you, this won’t be hell