Cheyne-Strokes

This will be your bleak dissolution
I will rid the world of your filth
And I will scourge you with no remorse
I will abolish all the pain you've caused
By your pillage of the innocent
Your horrid fate will not be quick
Grisly horros will fall upon you.

I'll make your insides
On the fucking outside
I'll tear through your skin
And watch you rot.

So where's your pleasure now?
It's not so pleasing when you are the one at the end of this misery.
Oh but it is for me
To sit and watch you bleed
So say your final prayer
But I will promise you
God can't show you where to hide.