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My epitaph
I have no remorse over their death
 His lies struck my heart as if they were 1000 watts of energy
 He deserves to be lying face down in Mother Nature's bed
 Lying right on top of her as he did all those times behind my back
 And day by day I walked past every single one of you people
 Saying good morning and good night
 And day by day you too kept this secret as a town 
 How could I go on any longer seeing your corrupted faces every day?
 I was a minister yes, but nonetheless I was a human
 I was an obedient wife of 35
 I cleaned, cooked, and churned the butter when he asked
 And before I shot him and his mistress, he said go to hell
 And so I did
 With the same gun that put him there
 And with the same revebge that will put you all in your graves

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