on her death bed she lay.
her grand child far away.
at the arcade and shopping centres he went.
A great life i have he'd bluff his friends.

To blame, he would, his greatest forte.
I tongue of lies overwhelmed him.
Dirty and useless now he is,
but still to heaven i'll go he insist.

His friends thought all but him is telling the truth,
hence to all else they shut their ears.
What a F**King Liar you are they say,
but the truth lies in the belly of the beast.

The liar is but the one closest to them.
His tracks seem covered but judgement will soon come.
by then its stupid to think all is good.
For there before God he'll stand.

No blessings i render to him.
nothing but a kick and a shudder of filth he'll get from me.
beyond that the one whom is called grace,
is the worst of all human race.

Woe to her. Woe to her.
May nothing good and willing approach her.
Not even the insects will pardon her.
Her face, her eyes, her throat, her heart
will degrade and cause he so much agony and pain.

Until he returns to where he must be.
Otherwise she will continue to be nothing more than it.