Kevorkian Can't Rest In Gray

[Upon hearing Dr. Death espouse a love of Bach]

Now, I'm not one
So bold -Oh, no,
To surmise where
This man
Might "go,"

But this I know:

His Bach pronouncements
Were just show.

No,
One who seeks
To usher bliss
By pushing
Toxin du Lifeless

Can't miss

Being harried
Every day by

Demons tarrying
On his way,
So,
Ho.
His music flaunt?

Was just for show.

A P.R. snow.
But it won't grow.

As lying goes
Into the grave,
If Hell's not yours
Heav'n will not save
That gray space.