Dead Man’s Guillotine

Once was a boy who played with friends
Sent them to the river where they met their ends
the boy's cruel cackle above the tide
As they went for their last ride
Became a man and an evil one too
He dealt with the devil and Satan's crew
And then one day as a cold wind blew,
A good strong general sentenced his doom
the man just laughed as the guillotine fell
But he didn't go to hell
He woke back up as clear as day
And swore that the General would now pay

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