Psalm of Retribution

A secret space and moldy bones
 A wall where one shouldn't be
 There's a cricket hiding in my cellar
 Calling up to me
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 A tarp and a trowel and a broken lamp
 The stentch of eternity
 There's a dozen crickets in my cellar
 Calling up to me
 The shifting of bones and a rustle of cloth
 The clatter of lime crusted teeth
 There's a hundred crickets in my cellar
 Calling up to me
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 Pray to your Maker
 Absolve thee of sin
 Then pray to ancestors
 To all your dead kin
 Pray to your mother and pray to your father
 And pray to your uncle and sister and brother
 Aim your prayer skyward
 To Heaven on high
 And cast those prayers into that cold lake of fire
 And then you'll discover with your final breath
 Your prayers were all futile
 Unheaded by death
 The scratching and scraping of fumbling claws
 From the shores of Erebus' sea
 There's a thousand crickets in my cellar
 Calling up to me
 The thud of decay with their limbs on the floor
 A ragged croak summoning me
 I'm going down now to the cellar
 Say a prayer for me