Death of a Juggalo

Row to a depth of untold death, 
through a forest of unexplained fears, 
remember your past and the terrors within, 
forget your future for it will not come, 
The reaper awaits your life's end, 
the wraith guides your soul to home, 
hell's pit awaits your shell of exhistance, 
shangri-la anticipates news of your last stop, 
will you go to a place untold, 
a place where only the wickedest souls have seen, 
a residence of writhing pain, 
hell's pit or echo-side, 
or will you go to a place of mirth, 
where it rains diamonds and faygo flows, 
where there is no hate or prejudice, 
a place of eternal happiness. 
your carnival awaits...