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Used Coffin

Strong smell of death
My covers blown
Took three steps back
My stench has grown
From rotting flesh 
That melts from bone
Used coffin
Should’ve known

Open the lid
No need to fear
Eyes glazed
And skin quite sheer
Believe me now
And come close dear
Used coffin
But the body’s here

Hole's too big
Shovel load too deep
Arms folded on chest
Hard position to keep
Water rises higher
As family weeps
Used coffin
Bound to leak

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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