Cemetery Girl
My corpse is decomposing in my coffin
The awful and putrid stench is blowing up the place
I can hear the insects eating away at my coffin for they know that a feast of rotten flesh is near
My blood no longer runs through my veins; it is cold and dissolving
My soul is trapped within this shell and in desperation I am screaming to get out
I cry to God my Savior night after night begging Him to release me
I wait for an answer and I await in…
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