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No One Mourns a Bastard
No mourning
the wicked
Spit on their
graves
Walk through the cemetery
naming their names
Not even their family
cares to cut back the weeds
letting nature take back
the reigns
Vines rip apart their
stones
In time the cursed place is forgotten and
bulldozed over
Nothing remains;
they erect a sub division over the place
Cement covers the
dirt
Dead bodies still housed
in the earth
Meanwhile: the dead turn in
their graves
No one gives a fuck
about their names
Carry their hate with
them
Black hearts to
the abyss
Souls forever in
flames
The dead forgotten:
no tombstones remain
