This is the hour of my fateful despair
Juney has left my world
She passed quietly and peaceful
She was killed by a satanist in the dumpster behind Sunset Bowl
Even though she died with the mark of the beast
She was still my flower of filth
When I found her I could still smell the burning flesh
The mark of the beast branded upon her forehead
She is survived by myself and our children
Buster and Bernita mourn her along with me
Although they are only body crabs they still feel the loss
Let us all remember her.....
Juney has left my world
She passed quietly and peaceful
She was killed by a satanist in the dumpster behind Sunset Bowl
Even though she died with the mark of the beast
She was still my flower of filth
When I found her I could still smell the burning flesh
The mark of the beast branded upon her forehead
She is survived by myself and our children
Buster and Bernita mourn her along with me
Although they are only body crabs they still feel the loss
Let us all remember her.....