Envisage it, there is,
A certain space
Where rest and serene unheard-of
resides... A hole for you
Up beneath; the living dead domain
On, in, and under the dark crust.
Once breathed last,

Now spirit depart hence
And body awakes now
Wrapped in necrosis souvenir
In the rectangular depth.
Tis' six feet...no more, no less
Then you know, there is
A certain hole for you.



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