Buried Alive
No sunshine, no rain,
no fortune, no fame,
to the hell from which he came,
is in the evils and the creation for we speak of his name,
the world will burn deep, to slumber and sleep,
for to exist in the living is gone in a peep
for his judgement will bring pain,
an slowly his mind will turn to insane,
so deep and so hollow, so my life is a shame,
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