Intro
"I, a Mere Immortal, Have discovered the purpose of your pathetic life. And it is... Death."
It's the Devil's Diversion, leave your thoughts in submersion.
This verses my version done with the precision of a surgeon.
With Resurection, it's Dawn of the Dead, bloody corpses emergin with slug holes in the head.
Breathin' conversion, you're left alone in desertion.
Call me Blood Hungry, cuz your viens they look juicy. Like a girls lips n hips it's startin to seduce me.
One shot to your face and your structure is erased droppin dudes in a haste.
Lick the sword I slay you with cuz i like the way it tastes.
Leave your Glassjaw shattered, give you 7 years of bad luck.
When i pull out the AK your crews yellin, "DUCK!!"
This the immaculate deception, see i'm a sadistic masochistic vindictive person at heart, leave ya body little tart.
The Mere Immortal, Always dying to hurt you, my rhymings a virtue, you lie like the church do.
You stress over death, where will it happen, when, and how?
But the answer is simple, Right here, Right NOW.
(Gunshots)*Pap, Pap, Pap, Pap*
Outro
In our methods of death, too, we are unique. We can die in wars on urban battlefields or on foreign soil. We can succumb to one of the countless natural and artifical poisons. We can die from complications of a trivial event, or simply from aging.
Being Immortal, I have no worries.
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