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WHEN I DIE

WHEN I DIE Wash me, wrap me, dig some earth Buy me a casket if you must Love, when I die don't let the holy man touch me. For the life of dirt I lead this here Could a year of prayer wipe a slate Engraved with gold and blood of theft and tears And greed and lust and hate Many a foetus robbed of breath and Seven nights and seven days of orgy Drunkenness and rape Of scooping icings off some cakes and Much disdain for day of death? Wash me, wrap me, dig some earth Buy me a casket if you must Love, when I die don't let the holy man touch me Lest he contract a death of sin.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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