The Veil of the Macabre

(Santa Anita Race Track, California, USA)

The Veil of the Macabre

Here comes death again
Ready to pull out your eyes
And blow out your brains
Death will use a friend
To bury you alive
To make you lame
An axe murderer or chainsaw wielder
Just like the 2,000 stab wounds
Or mangled hands wrapped around your neck
Are the builders of your tomb
And your life after death
So no matter how your consciousness ends
Even gruesomely unexpected
Take solace in the truth
That death's sins
Do not mean that you'll be resurrected
Because you've died better than others do

(Soto & Vernon, California, USA)