On an island an unforgiving creator doomed her to roam
Though her skin blistered, burned, and boiled at the touch of waters foam
Another being inside her longed to be submerged in the dark, briny sea
Though she was forced to live out her life in the desolate maple tree
As she walked through the halls of unobtainable knowledge all stood still as gardeners gnome
The town was filled with boats, which she rarely entered out of distress
Though today she would take one in preparation for her transgress
Prompted by empathy the unknowing swimmer agreed to join her for a jaunt
Though at the end of the day it was his skin she planned to flaunt
And out she pulled her carving knife with plans to make an evening dress
What a funny thing a little distance can be
Alone it's too silent, but with him the screams, though defining, were heard by nobody
Inch by inch she carefully dragged along her scalpel, going only skin deep
Soon she had the perfect suit to put herself to sleep
So she drove down into the water to finally find that perfect glee
Further and further down she swam
Till she saw the evil countenance with horns of a ram
Darker it got in the deep, till she reached the flames she sought
The underworlds comforting warmth was soon blown cold by hells mascot
He met her with a tender grin, calculated as a computer program
He spoke to her soft words to seek perfect revenge upon the celestial master
She was ro walk up to the gates and demand to see the ideal pastor
Trapped she felt all her life, now it was his turn to live eternally as she did
Upon her arrival she was lamentably underestimated, she was just a kid
Though they would soon come to find that she was backed by all of hells disaster
Burned and blistered skin unshed to reveal skin of gold, and eyes of topaz
She became beautiful death, with a voice of wonderful jazz
She guided from life to nothingness, it wasn't her fault if she dropped a few
Over time she began a collection of nobodies, and slowly her army grew
With practice and preparation her creations could put on the final razzmatazz
That all took on her original form; it was time to end him
His reign lasted billions of years, and now it was His turn to sink or swim
She walked up and put on the show of eternity
She was done with the man and would become a ruler of maternity
Though she could never kill a god so she kept him in a repeated hymn
Every time the song was sung the blinds where tied tighter
Great thing she was a genius song writer
It was such a simple song
And it could never be sung wrong
To be sung by anyone be they an artist, doctor, or bull fighter
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear _____
Happy birthday to you
