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Requiem
Death and decay rotting of the flesh,
The earth swallowing me whole and feeding off my mess.
No song is sung to say goodbye,
On a bed of dirt is where I lie.
Eyes closed as if I were in sleep,
Across my corpse the bugs will creep.
No hymnal is chorused to bid farewell,
Deep into the ground so far I have fell.
Arms folded over my unmoving chest,
Too my forehead my last rights are pressed.
No lullaby is whispered to mourn the dead,
A pillow of soil to cradle my head.
Skin to ashes and bone to dust,
Unmarked grave No headstone, No bust.
No one stands even to hum,
Not one voice sings my requiem.
The earth swallowing me whole and feeding off my mess.
No song is sung to say goodbye,
On a bed of dirt is where I lie.
Eyes closed as if I were in sleep,
Across my corpse the bugs will creep.
No hymnal is chorused to bid farewell,
Deep into the ground so far I have fell.
Arms folded over my unmoving chest,
Too my forehead my last rights are pressed.
No lullaby is whispered to mourn the dead,
A pillow of soil to cradle my head.
Skin to ashes and bone to dust,
Unmarked grave No headstone, No bust.
No one stands even to hum,
Not one voice sings my requiem.
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