Latina’s Burdened Souls

Dead but not dead,
back from utopia,
always in turmoil,
back to the world of Latina,

souls are many,
all grave bound,
when grave robbed,
they be not there found,

all lost,
unable to be found,
demons of the evil one,
they all have been crowned,

unable to show light,
doomed to below ground,
the low hum,
their calling does now sound,

unable to choose their maker,
doomed to eternal life,
unable to die,
even by the freedom of the knife,

haunted by devil unseen,
on their god their souls do now lean,
here lie the souls of Latina...