| Place these coins upon your eyes
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| The final payment in your necrotic tithe
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| And so the gleam that rendered you blind
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| Affords the last entertainment you’ll ever buy
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| Filthy lucre’s gleam — leaves you excoriated at the seams
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| The rented corpse you’ve been, now teems, a necrovore’s unburied dream
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| Coin of the realm misspent — another grey life, came and went
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| Sundered and rent, your carcass spent upon the wheel unbent
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| Coins — upon the eyes
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| You paid to live, now pay to die
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| A lifetime bled out by degrees
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| Haemorrhaging figuratively
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| Now as you pay the final fee
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| It comes to pass quite literally
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| Evil’s root unquenched — from your cold dead hands your legacy wrenched
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| Into the trench to stench along the other dead blood-drenched
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| Mortgaged life past due — just as you knew you’d one day rue
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| The contract in blood they drew, you signed and what ensued is that they ran
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| you through
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| Coins — upon the eyes
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| You paid to live, now pay to die
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| Now pay to die
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| DIE!
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| Die — even as you think you live
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| Die — with all you have to give
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| Die — lifesblood drained as through a sieve
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| Die — with all your regrets to forgive — never forgive
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| This tenebrous tariff will cost you dear
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| In sweat and blood, but please no tears
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| Clinking coppers fall upon dead ears
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| Overdrawn and overtaxed for years
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| Coffin nails are never still — ever more plots we’ve yet to fill
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| Another deposit in the till, gravehills, rising grim and still
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| Some say that death is dead — it’s all undertaking, too much overhead
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| But in sooth I’m in the red, in my deathbed I repose obscenely overfed
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| Coins — upon the eyes
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| You paid to live, now pay to die |