The New Kingdom
A scraping of shovels on my tomb
I will be free of this prison soon
The priest said I had taken my last breath
They will see I have cheated death
A scraping of shovels above my bed
Soon they will all be screaming dead
For when I return to the land of living
All their lifeblood they will be giving
A scraping of shovels in this hellish hole
Buried alive because I have no mortal soul
I will drink the blood of these foolish men
The new kingdom can now begin
A Scraping of Shovels Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Lawless
3/8/19
Copyright © Timothy Mcguire | Year Posted 2019
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