Words Craved on My Tombstone

Here lies the body of a sinner,
A non-believer,
A wretched soul,
The one who made the air foul.

Here lies the bones of broken mind,
A mind who should be dipped in slime.
A mind which is full of nothing but sinful thoughts,
A body which by money can be bought.

Here lies the blackened heart,
An inferno thing should should've been cut.
It's not made of flesh and blood,
But something that is worse than mud.

Alas, the processor of these sinful things is dead.
She will never enter the thoughts of another person;s head.
She will never lay in another man;s bed,
Nor will she ever break anyone;s heart again.

Let her burn, destroy and rot in hell,
The memory of her is not worthy to dwell.