Suffocation
He got buried six feet under
No eyes to see the thunder
He has no heart to feel sorry
He has no soul to feel any worry
He simply is and is all there will be
He would want a will but would fail a feeling of ease
He got buried six feet under rock and stones
Did his killer feel remorse? Did they see his bones?
Either way it wouldn’t matter, for he simply wouldn’t know
Even if he knew anything at all, he would know only death
For that’s what we all think when we take our last breath
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