As the gate is opened, And as I step through, I'll look towards my new home, I'll tell it I'm too good to live here, Heaven is a dump, I deserve better. I'll leave heaven and it shall rot It's a dump; it's run by incompetent fools, I deserve better. I haven't served my time on this earth, To be shoved into a hole like that. And if I happen to stumble across hell's, Beaten path, in I shall stride, And beat every devil worshipper, murderer, Sinner, rapist and freak in-sight. I'm too bad for hell; its fire cannot hurt me, I am Immortal Oozing arrogance and confidence, So confident I can crush the earth and all those in it, as well as the heavens above,And hell’s crusts below. No problem my son, no probs. Trust me my friend, but don't turn your back for a second. Let me take you by the hand, Lead you from the earth, Put your life in the scales And put mine in the opposing end Oops, I tipped it, now do you see? Can you see how I make you look worthless? Can you see that God? You’re nothing compared to me, Marvel at my splendor, then walk away, You’ve no chance. Get off my shoulder, And watch as I stand on your head And beat Satan effortlessly, you two are nothing.Birth sign: Aquarius
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