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beneath the ground

six feet down

lays to rot, a man

to die so young,

to have his life expunged

wasn't a part of his plan...





Six feet under this bare earth

Marked by this heavy stone

I lay, i rot, i rest in peace

Leaving only a fertile mass

Eventually to be released...





Alas, alo, this hollow glow

marks a soul never to go

up or down, never to move

from this dark, six-foot groove

a soul with such weight, you see

that no spiritual gate could be

wide enough or expected

so his soul they've rejected...





the decision was hers

this much is true

oh how much we'll miss you

a fate so determined

by some, lowly vermin

that even this stone weeps for you...





oh the chances, oh missed romances

oh fate so cruel and sure

oh how, oh why did u see fit

to cast, to steal, into the pit

a soul so true and pure...





she smiled, never wept

a peaceful sleep she kept

depression was never a suspect

but now laying at a depth

much lower than one would expect

this life, obvious, she could not accept...