It's my Funeral, welcome you all. This is the end of the line, so thank you for coming along. (c) Dope
Light the fire, feast.
Chase the ghost, give in.
Take the road less traveled by.
Leave the city of fools.
Turn every poet loose.
Howl!
Seven days to the wolves.
Where will we be when they come?
Seven days to the poison
And a place in heaven.
Time drawing near as they come to take us .