A Call For Burial
Never have you a knowledge so sound
About a restless spirit bored beyond bear
Whose pain and presence the living ones abound
Just Aerial soul pervades senses with lively fear
Terror in a household that has no hands
in your death
Over the presence of your death bored we are
as u this bands
Your terrifying lovely visit our hearts it tethered to
terror on this earth
We never wish you dead, the pain our senses it
brands
Every one here experiences you in our dreams
Beckoning us for burial as though we were dead
Our hearts in a wake with thunderous fear stricken
in realm
How then do we appease your restless soul, the
dead?
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