Me claim to Me Lot
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You say me crypt is evil
You say I must obey
Evildoers amongst the stone
In the sunlight, in the dusk
And of the rotted craven
Be still, and say not a word
Where the crow caws alone
And treat the smelly ripe
Entrails, sinew stitched
It shed off the bones
Peace, it dwells
Calling out the pipes
Never reaping should it see
The light of beckoned day
With putrescence of the dead
Bathing in our basking tripe
En route, our Hell-bound ways
Where now dead, I do decree—
“Walk around me grave,
Never to touch me awarded stone,
And run- don’t walk -always so naïve,
All the frayed and bloody baden,
To your ablaze refugium home.”
