Abby, You’re Going to Burn for What You’ve Done to Me The Paper Chase

Better off as a result of having died, glory to God, and we all too must die one day. But the thing about it is, will you be ready?

I laid my black heart on the table
It just may make itself at home
My tender jewel, my precious pearl
My ruby red, my diamond girl
I'll see your head up on a pole...

And so it's come to this