Death Match

by S.a.S.

Death’s leathery palms
Are sliding down your back
He’s just teasing
Giving you a taste of what’s to come

He can’t wait to
Fuck you over
To show you
Who always wins in the end

And for every argument you thought you could win
This is what he wants to do
To show you who’s boss
To fuck you over

He runs the backside of his hand
Run down your cheeks
Feel his jagged fingernails
As they scrape the bags under your eyes

And you never thought He existed
Because you were never proved wrong
Just because you didn’t trust God
Didn’t mean he didn’t have something grand in plan for you

And He thinks love is bullshit
It’s just something that the faithless made up
So they could have something to live for
Besides Him

So they could stay faithless
So they could stay unfaithful
Whatever the eyes desire
That is what they shall have

And now, Death is here
And you are naked
Who do you pray to?
Him, of course.

Little do you know, He’s on tag team with Death
They never work at the same time
But now, they both get to fuck
You
Over.