Expect the rise of My stubborn star, to shine on Your ruined carcass.
Kitten dreams mayhem, Babadook dreams flowers, bliss. My eyes, don’t trust ‘em.
Wait until they get A load of me, my death bag Big enough for all.
Murdered soul will soon Reincarnate, my spirit Drives your coffin nails.
Were I to wipe your Stain from my shoe, still would I Require a shower
Lilac scent and the Lavender do not mask your Putrefying foul.