On earth they lived by force
Now the villains march in chains
Men of violence doomed in death
Their reward for a life of sin
They slave for eons
There will be no relief
Mere pawns of evil
Used and then enslaved
Where there was once a twinkly joie de vivre in his puerile confessional style now it's just the blitherings of some red faced old stoat, tankard in paw
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