A fallacious promise
The fountain of youth is utter bullshit
The old, try as they may – and they do it
Don’t turn back their years
Can’t roll in their tears
An outright lie?
Is heaven a haven for the full of faith?
A place where one arrives following a wraith?
Quite possibly, it’s likely crowded with the lords of wrath
Don’t make eye contact, get outta their way, outta their path
The last bastion of belief
Killing is, oh, a fine solution, clean
The final, and the first, and in between
The bulwark of fortitude and good will
Shoot ‘em, hack ‘em, hang ‘em, then send the bill
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