this is for the RSTL....

TOPIC: you have comitted the greatest sins throughtout your life, yet you are unpunished and die at a ripe old age. you are reincarnated into a position that punishes you for your previous life....expand.

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not that i'd like to see another man deceased, i got demands to meet
at least it gives my family food to eat, this spread of cancer seeds
I choose to find that fault resides in sin, not I, the sinner
fellow killers can relax among this company dinner
white collars mixed with crimson curtains turns to money-green
a bloody scene that runs between my moral and my profiting
sipping shampaign, i claim domain at the foot of the table
this is insane reality wearing the mask of a fable
our lable reads ' the smoothest, cleanest smoke you can buy
that's just illusion, really reading, if you smoke me you'll die
a man once questioned, "you'r a killer, how can you live with yourself?"
i then replied, "i play my roll and fill my spot on the shelf"
addictive additives we added gives us market advantages
this year we'll show a million more to death, and the advantage is?
by now i've grown too numb to feel the pain of a mother
see her son slip to addiction, puffing one after another
that's the money in my pocket, checks are signed by G. Reaper
we aim this market toward the youth, "smoking's the sexiest feature"
have i no respect for life, or am i blinded by lust?
who cares, i'll never go to jail for all the caufins i've nailed shut

upon my death bed, a long life lived, cant really complain
at 83 it just so happens i'm too old to maintain
my final breath of life and all i love was finaly breathed
time for final death, i thought, but with new life was relieved
the first time opening my eyes i heard such suttle, soft cries
a southern accent feared demise, "i dont want him to die"
a deeper voice declared my birth three weeks premature
my life was sprouted from those hopeless cancer seeds, i was sure
a future hero fallen victom to the cliff of poor descision
all ambitions were evicted, momma smoked till my submission
"he was born half the normal weight, there's no hope for his brain"
its sad, it took me dying twice to feel a cigerette's pain


let me know what ya think.