Undertaker, claim my lifeless body.
Occupation brings no joyful smiles.
Laughter is your lucre, dark man solemn.
Lay me in your work now, undefiled.
Soil, take me now that I am buried.
Feed me to your starving children, Lover.
Pallid turns my face as blood dries quickly.
Someday, spit me out, unlike the others.
Exodus is relevant. It's unreal.
Afterlives are fake excuses, not deals.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 11:03 AM UTC
Undertaker, claim my lifeless body.
Occupation brings no joyful smiles.
Laughter is your lucre, dark man solemn.
Lay me in your work now, undefiled.
Soil, take me now that I am buried.
Feed me to your starving children, Lover.
Pallid turns my face as blood dries quickly.
Someday, spit me out, unlike the others.
Exodus is relevant. It's unreal.
Afterlives are fake excuses, not deals.
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