Climbing Under Mountains
Buried beneath the mountains we choose to never climb,
buried six feet under all the sands of time.
One life to live just to leave it all behind,
living as if that living life was never mine.
So many white crosses, the grass is so green,
so many life losses, buried dirt of the unclean.
Left alone and haunted, somewhere inbetween,
rotting caskets, maggotts, a world so obscene.
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