Loyal to my musical gods, my epitaph would read as follows:

Rini
Forever Dead

We have all lost it now
Catching the flakes of dismay
Born the travesty of man
Regular pulse midst pandemonium
You’re plucked to the mass
Parched with thirst for the wicked

The Sun Sets Forever Over Blackwater Park.




I love that song. It gives me the goosebumps.