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He crawls through a trail of blood
His salvation is in death
Ten in the morning, he gets the call
He won't clean up this mess
No soul to rise from his body or ***...
No halo to send him to the heavens
He'll rot in *** till the pigs take him
Till the sirens take him to the ground
LIVE IN HELL, ROT IN DIRT
Just rotting matter that didn't matter