56.) to those kissed by avarice

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Here the skies are grey with lifelessness,
the weather miserable and wet like a depressive wave,
their cuisine is like prison food, tasteless.
Now I'm afraid I'll die here, on the same island, my grave.

But who cares where I'll leave my corpse behind when I'll be returning to God either way,
when I won't be lingering here to stay anyway.

The devil might as well set this planet ablaze and call it Hell,
the angels will fly above their burning mess to paradise so perfect.
The blind fools who wanted mortality, whose souls they did sell.
But if you're good enough, immortality shall lie ahead, imperfect.

Nothing ever seems to happen because it's all going on under our noses.
Raindrops on coffins out in the hurricane,
out in the falling rain,
topped with roses
like a poison cupcake with a cherry on top,
soon I'll hold a pin to their secrets and go 'pop!'

Soon, God will show you all what light really is,
and it will blind your eyes.
And when the vampiric ones will cover their eyes they'll know what a fight really is,
light luminous in sight
and immeasurable in size.

If you want the gold, then you can have it.
But you'll lose yourself, you'll be dancing with the demons.
And in the distance a light will be lit,
but you won't be able to see it,
because standing in your way will be Freemasons.

Oh I won't ever understand why good and the truth are being silenced,
while the blasphemous lies out in the open.
Tell me the point in all of the fire and all of the violence,
you don't see how your palaces are corrupt and broken.

You're lost causes anyway,
I'm wasting my breath.
I have said what I needed to say,
just remember to enjoy your death
because beyond it lies nothing but hellfire.
I tell the truth, I am no liar.

You have been kissed
by avarice.
Living lives of deadly bliss
but the snake is soon to hiss,
and when he does, the stars you'll miss
and you'll fall, lower then you've ever fallen before,
into darkness' abyss.
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