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Living Dead

The dirt clods up through my nostrils

As I am lowered into the unfathomable ground

Distant unforgivable violins play their song

Unforgettable notes thin air they slowly drown

The scent of the grass that once was below me

Vanishes as it stands guard above me now

Trying to hold me down like woven thread chains

They seek to confine my soul but it has escaped somehow

I sleep a twinkling then I slowly begin my arise

The motionless marble Angel stands cold above my head

They try to stop me with their incantations and charms

There is no cure for the living once they have been dead