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Death, last resort of protection (Free verse) by TheVoiceless

Lay here dying can’t you see, Breathe not drawling correctly, Better call a doctor to inspect me, Call the Coroner he won’t reject me, Just tag my toe and haul me off, Lower me deep beneath the soil, For there I will finally have protection, No longer to be harmed or worry of the evil that lives.

albert 30-Sep-03/3:22 PM
You lie.




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