Quickly the end of birth Rotting this is the end Another lonely corpse is ready now to bend Into a prison of dirt Beneath the god awful Earth!! Closed gates of death where do I rest Pray comes undone hopes of cremation All alone, in the ground Take what is yours my virgin corpse Soul once for me set loose and free What will be done soon Im no one Wait why must this be God help me please All alone, the cemetarys full!! Listen to whats been said, my words to all mankind Combined evil visions, lurking inside my mind Worried thoughts I wonder, imagine you were to die Exist never again, no hope for afterlife!! Imagine!!
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