Surpass the obvious there is room for more
Feed the demons no more tears will be shed
As serpents gorge hissing with triumph
On last call to hell here is me exhumed
Unravel then the carcass
No vultures would peck
on one that bled before dying
Throw what remains chopped to pieces
But wait! Even that would do no good
Nature has blessed but it will never take
These haunted bones will remain
on hallowed grounds as ever
trampled upon .