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Death, last resort of protection (Free verse) by TheVoiceless
Lay here dying canât you see,
Breathe not drawling correctly,
Better call a doctor to inspect me,
Call the Coroner he wonât 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.
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Arithmetic Mean: 3.5
Weighted score: 4.8211956
Overall Rank: 10869
Posted: September 30, 2003 12:44 PM PDT; Last modified: September 30, 2003 12:44 PM PDT
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