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No Rest For The Wicked






In My coffin I still yell,
Loud as thunder,
Waking up saints and sinners
From there deep ladden'd slumber,
Poor angelic souls
Startled and shaking,
No rest for the wicked
Is my soul taking
My own death, still loud as hell!


Written by: The Demon aka Pete S. J.
October 19, 2OO3
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