"Shedding the Adversity."

Take the gun and with its
bullet, shave my brain, yea,

Make it close; I want to feel
the burn as it goes in

That split-second before
this mortal skin I shed                        
                                                       
The shedding of this man
dressing of adversity, seems
to be such sweet delight                

Like the private investor
anticipates on his investment
a yield; give I myself to the
enveloping darkness now,                
let my bones be strewn across
the field

So Mr. Charon, take me by the
hand and lead me to that place of;

To the shores of Valhalla,
where all the fallen go