Cheyne-Stokes by Chelsea Grin
This will be your bleak dissolution.
I will rid the world of your filth.
And will scourge you with no remorse.
I will abolish all the pain you've caused,
By your pillage of the innocent.
And your fate will not be quick,
Grisly horrors will fall.
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