Death of a Coward
The stench of decay is evident your courage has died. Overwhelmed with fear
you died everyday mentally until, your flesh caught up. With your skin pale and
mold ridden it's obvious that your faith was well hidden But you will have to bury
yourself, for I have attended ,too many of your funerals. So I will bypass your
burial. And as far as your epitaph it's written is sweat in your bed sheets.
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