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The Satanic Temple

de King Dude

There ain't no sense in lying I know that I'm dying my friends
My body is leaving, I know death is reeling me in
I can see all your faces and feel your good graces within
My spirit is soaring although my old body won't mend
Tattered up pages and the wisdom of sages won't help
There ain't a cure for a place so impure I don't doubt
I'm sorry to leave you but know that ol' death ain't the end
I will see you in the kingdom of light when our souls meet again

Oh, lord
Oh, lord
Oh, lord
I'm coming home to you lord

Oh, lord
Oh, lord
Oh, lord
I'm coming home to you lord

Hold my old hand and I'll kiss you like when we were young
My spirits alive I ain't leaving till my song is sung
I can hear that old devil licking at the air with his tongue
My lord will cut him in half as I hang from the rungs
We've been on a path that has left us with laughter and cheer
I wouldn't trade nothing for what we have done in our years
So call off the dogs, let death in here and tell him I'm here
Cause my spirit is yours and I'll love you forever my dear

Oh, lord
Oh, lord
Oh, lord
I'm coming home to you lord

Oh, lord
Oh, lord
Oh, lord
I'm coming home to you lord
I am coming home to you lord

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