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Finally, dying day come and gone, |
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Inside your grave you lay at the break of dawn, |
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Now you find, your soul hasn't left this hallowed ground, |
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Spirit screams for judgment but makes no sound |
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Agnostic beliefs when you had been living, |
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Beg for judgment and the gods to be forgiving, |
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Physical body rots but not your soul, |
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Verdict limbo, eternally stuck within this hole, |
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Down to where the damned dead dwell, |
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Never to see heaven or hell, |
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Death has given a cursed touch, |
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A cold casket you externally clutch |
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Claustrophobic |
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Agnostic Dead! |
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Externally, trying to break but there's no hope, |
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For heaven, or hell you wearily grope, |
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Inside this box, blackness is all you see, |
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Claustrophobic, you cannot ever be free, |
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If alive, you would change your ways, |
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Promise faith, and pray for days & days, |
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No longer, a living mortal being, |
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Fate sealed, perpetual darkness all you're seeing. |
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Blackness overwhelms - the odor of your rot, |
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Laying for ever within - a cemetery plot, |
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Hopelessness eternal companion - fills you with mortal dread, |
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Salvation never comes - claustrophobic agnostic dead. |
