Fredric the Death Conductor
Finds and takes the hearts that rupture
He submerges fast with traps to capture
The souls of those that will not rapture
Decapitating procrastinating,
Crippled fools with his cowcatcher
He works in the name of sin
Burning corpses in his train's oven
Drilling through the earth's hard crust
Grinding molten rocks to dust
"Emerging from the void with my twisted locomotive,
A screaming steam beast, with razored teeth for a feast
I will chase down the victims with severe lack of motive
And decease them to pieces without any good reason
Then I would scythe-up to slay them
Cutting paths through their brain stem
Removing pink morsels
With my hand so ever forceful
I use my train's cannons to blow holes through their torso
Returning to the void that I burrowed out from below.
Condemning happy soul I stole
To internal misconception
They are lost inside these drilled out holes
In eternal misdirection"
He is Death, but don't be impressed
He hates it because he will never rest
The breathe that he steals
Jealous is how he feels
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