7 Layers of Hell (last Verse)

Like a Viking drop dead and kill the king until Valhalla spits me out...accuse me of witchcraft and hang me in Salem during matting season I left my mind in tarterus for no good reason all the one percenters need something to believe in...don't get too attached to Apollo's reincarnation because I'll be leaving...so watch me dissipate into the blazing sun and don't wake me until the reaper comes.

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