I want a shrine for my remains
A hole full of dirt & creepy crawling things
No preservative fluids pumped in my veins
Just bury me in silk & my favorite rings
I will not pray to extend my existence
I will not be received by the omnipresence
I am undisturbed in my terra firma pocket
with fungus sprouting from my eye sockets
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 2:36 PM UTC
I want a shrine for my remains
A hole full of dirt & creepy crawling things
No preservative fluids pumped in my veins
Just bury me in silk & my favorite rings
I will not pray to extend my existence
I will not be received by the omnipresence
I am undisturbed in my terra firma pocket
with fungus sprouting from my eye sockets
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