See You In Hell
Hello brother, hello mother
By this time I think I'll see you in hell
Hello sister, hello father
I watch your rotting bodies swell
Won't it be great just the five of us,
Sitting here tormented and tortured in hell?
In the fire, in the ashes
Our blood turns from liquid to a gel
Stab the children, rape the daughters
Help us commit Satanic slaughter!
poem by Chey Lyon
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