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May 2015
They shall bind your hands and feet, wrap you in a winding sheet,
stretch you out in endless rest, place a bible on your chest,
stick you in a wooden box, dig a grave from dirt and rocks,
drop your coffin in the hole and mutter prayers for your poor soul.
Once the last"Amen" is prayed then shall come the sound of *****.
Cemetery men shall toil to cover your remains with soil.
All you were shall be decay beginning on your dying day.
You shall rot beneath a stone.
Worms shall chew your flesh from bone
as slimy maggots drink your eyes and your tongue grows thick
                                            with flies.
The acids in your bloated belly shall melt you into putrid jelly.
Then a million spider eggs shall fill your brain with crawling legs.
You shall choke on silent screams.

Go to sleep now....pleasant dreams.
Joe Kevin Coleman
Written by
Joe Kevin Coleman  melrose Mass.
(melrose Mass.)   
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