Oh! troubled souls of the world,
have you heard about the place where you should go?
Let me tell you about Death parlour,
The last building on the left of a dead end corner.
When hopes are lost and dreams are shattered,
When love corrodes and life's a disaster
Set foot on Death parlor,
where sex and broads will take you higher!
This is Hell's outhouse,
This is Heaven's whorehouse!
If life's nothing but an empty dream
Why endure the pain?
Why not call it quits and put an end?
We are fading away into eternal oblivion,
We fail to see this and get lost in uncertainties.
Death is the ultimate freedom.
The sweet answer to all absurdities.
We might as well realize it now,
For its better late than never!
Death is the modest at Death parlour,
One shot to your arteries and its a release forever!
Broads will love you to death and kiss goodbye
Till you meet your end they will standby.
The world is Ugly, Life's a tragedy and
your kith and kin have lost their sanity.
Open your eyes to face reality!
Death parlour is the escape to all trouble souls,
The place where broads greet you and
Angels of death await you ....
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