Spin a web around me oh spider!
and yes make it a little wider,
rather make it of stones and brick,
and makes the walls very thick.
Don't leave any windows or a door,
fasten them tight, yes, a little more.
Leave no hole for sunlight to peep in,
and make my eyes roll and spin.
Let darkness spill and swim around,
and morrison's be the only sound.
Let silence deafen my soul,
and let abundance fill others soul.
Do dig a grave for me, a sombre one please,
I'll dig yours, we both would be at peace.
"Dead spider" your headstone would say,
"Dead meat" would be my essay!
"Adios mate, i killed you and your kin,
see these blood stains on my chin?
They are as much mine as they are yours,
so we had evenly settled scores!"
Ain't no use complaining,
"peace!"
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