Many will die.
Forgotten. A Void.
I dig holes brother.
And a home to wreck.
So I've got a job to do.
Call me what you will.
The difference is mine are loaded.
Drop the coins and send you to Charon.
In this life or the next.
And a throat to slit.
Harsh and unrepentant.
Call me what you will.
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