Suicide Hymn I

I feel so free to finally let go, mortal sin,
I look so high but thinking of below, The beaten path,
Autumn has nearly turned to snow, Winter wind,
One bullet in the gun, no need to reload, Die with a grin.

The Hymns of life taking are now in the making,
Raping and forsaking the art of depraving,
Life is a dread so we are all better off dead,
The sweet bullet to my head shall send me to my dirt bed.

Holding my head up higher than the Gods, Immortal frauds,
A voided entity doesn't deserve the faith, Burn the cross,
Waiting for the shade to take me back to my home, The Nether Dross,
Remember to hold your head up when you die, die with a grin.