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As I lay here on my deathbed on day eighteen thirty two
I ponder at my past mistakes, I was such a fool in my youth
Taking orders from mysterious callers in russian phone booths
But when I learned the truth, I sunk down my teeth and began to feed
On the words of Dio, and he taught me to lead.
But little did I know The path I walked would make my friend's bleed
The seeds of dissidence, have constantly stained my existence
Its an essence that led me to follow my most loved passions

Slaying political assassins and revolutionary struggle
Strangling barbarians with no trouble,
but nonetheless I remained a lover
Combined with a fighter's heart,
I turned deception from a hobby into an art.
And this craft I have mastered at the expense of capitalist bastards
Has caused my soul to shine like a lighter, with a bright mind to boot
Now I will spin the melodies of my internal strife for you on this lute

From Malaysia to Salzburg, I am internationally renowned.
My secrets though die with me, never to be found.
Some people call me a clown,
nothing more than a jester
whilst others call me a prophet preaching radical messages.
But I have no doubt that haters don't like me, cos I'ma mind molester.
Pestering their thoughts, probing their insides with self doubt.

Their clout led them to make provocative shouts
asking about my wherabouts, and tossing accusations at me.
But I take the good with the bad, and on this final crossing
I'll tell you the truth Dio was my dad.
Now I know I sound a little mad, possibly insane
I think I am myself but I think that's proof that I am not a loon.
Rather I'm a bard giving out delightful boons to those who dared follow me on my journeys

Inflicting more pain than hernia's, putting my enemies in stretchers
Hungarian fetchers come to carry out their false emperors
But little did they know, I was a claimant to New Zealander thrones
With the foundations set on Stalinist bones, and tales of mis-truth.
If this was a movie my schemes would've been the ultimate twist
Blinding many people alike with political mist
The jist of my message was theo-socialist rule with an iron fist.
Putting non believers on my schindler's list

A modern day Che Guevara,
My only regret is that I should've died as a martyr
Putting down merchants that run governments with devilish barters, bargaining the souls of citizens in exchange for bloody gold
The mold that casted their souls was a dark one indeed
So I take the warriors way out like palestinian Mujihadeen
Fiending for a fight, but I don't wield a sword
Cos the pen is mightier, and will ravage your vocal cords

The focal point of my existence lays in lyrical subliminal messages
Some say I'm a revolutionary others a criminal
but the truth is the two go together.
I use this pot and kettle to liquidate bourgeois estates,
Like a mystic tailor I will sow your fate,
but fortunately for you my death date draws near but I have no fear of the afterlife

Cos I've lived a vicious life of constant strife
tearing at my conscious with a rusty scaling knife,
but despite all of this I can easily say
there are many people whom I will miss
To them I wish eternal bliss, as for the others:
only damnation cos their minds are already incarcenated,
brainwashed to the point of brain rot, no emotional drive so they must be robots

Programmed to follow the commands of false prophets, striking out viciously in the name of Mohammed.
So as my final farewell
I'll send out ICBM missile rockets to turn the capitalist coffers
into bullet riddled pockets, timed exactly with the coming of the comets
littering the skies with divine flares as the ignorant masses continue to give dirty glares
followed by evil snares at the righteous flock.

So as I spit out this bloody cough,
I will continue to mock these motherfuckers like angry cock prepared for the fight as I embark on this final journey to the afterlife
sending millions with me on medical gurneys.
I'm a spiritual man but I show no mercy,
A constant battle with heresy famished it dry, as I look up at this apocalyptic sky.

Nonetheless I must confide that I am no longer a leader,
the transition was divine and turned me into a true believer.
A stress reliever, the weight of the world is now off my shoulders,
so it'll crush into indians with the force of boulders.
If you look in my desk you will find a handful of folders,
detailing what must be done so that I can return to the graces of my father as a loyal son.

Tata now it's been fun.
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