The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
they won't for me, I have no doubt
Baked to cinders, turned to ash
reduced to dust, in flare and flash
Put me in your urn of choice
upon your mantle, a silent voice
Residing there in beam of light
through the years, your fallen knight
You may be sure and know it's true
I'll always be there, watching you
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
they won't for me, I have no doubt
Baked to cinders, turned to ash
reduced to dust, in flare and flash
Put me in your urn of choice
upon your mantle, a silent voice
Residing there in beam of light
through the years, your fallen knight
You may be sure and know it's true
I'll always be there, watching you
Ewww creepy huh?
I want my ashes scattered in the most environmentally sensitive place imaginable, so I can choke a blind cave beetle or some other denizen of the rolls of falsely endangered species. (Billions of these little blind buggers were found after they were declared endangered)
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