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Stepping stones, stepping stones,
One step at a time,
Feel my passion,
Hear my rhyme,

This knife so sharp, a deadly harp.
A silent melody. One slice of the wrist
To happy abyss. My last soliloquy.

Over or under, to heaven or hell,
The offer remains, my soul to sell.
If the deed I commit, Damned I may be,
To rot away, in purgatory.

To kill is to die, to die is to fade,
Into the midst of an afterlife charade,
An act it is, a secret play,
All hail the wonderful black parade.

The steps to take, the devil coerce,
To breathe upon me his blessed curse.
To walk with death, a chance to die
A wretched promise, broken ties.

This rhyme is through, its number up,
As if Satan himself drank from Christ’s holy cup
Pointless now to regret ones sins.
As I sink slowly deeper into dark oblivion.

Description
Stepping stones, stepping stones,
One step at a time,
Feel my passion,
Hear my rhyme,

This knife so sharp, a deadly harp.
A silent melody. One slice of the wrist
To happy abyss. My last soliloquy.

Over or under, to heaven or hell,
The offer remains, my soul to sell.
If the deed I commit, Damned I may be,
To rot away, in purgatory.

To kill is to die, to die is to fade,
Into the midst of an afterlife charade,
An act it is, a secret play,
All hail the wonderful black parade.

The steps to take, the devil coerce,
To breathe upon me his blessed curse.
To walk with death, a chance to die
A wretched promise, broken ties.

This rhyme is through, its number up,
As if Satan himself drank from Christ’s holy cup
Pointless now to regret ones sins.
As I sink slowly deeper into dark oblivion.