**Okay, this one is not one of my best, but hopefully you will like the theme :)***
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Crushed, burried, burned and broken, I lay among the dead. Only I am left alone, for only I am alive.
See the barren undertaker,
He beats my corpse and robs my crypt.
He represents the decaying world without.
Trip the morning threads of the sun, so that it will fall into sudden oblivion.
Darkness sweeps across the land,
Covering my reeking grave.
Sing a melancholy roar to my listening ears.
Wake me from this pathetic grave...
They stand above, I can hear them now...
Stomping on my stone.
Mocking me, they laugh so clear,
Thinking I cannot hear.
They spit on me, uproot my coffin, rip it all to pieces.
My dry, pale skin shines ever so indifferent in the calming light of the moon.
Not able to move, I watch from clouded eyes
All the undertakers' lies...
See them now?
They stand before and all around you...
Can you hear them roar?
They killed me with such subtlety,
I wish I could move my gruesome muscles...
What's left of them, anyways.
My skeleton is all that remains from the torture and abuse of this world.
To them, I am a prize.
An exhibit to the rest of the new generations that proudly shows their morbid and tactless power.
I am dead...I lie so still under the onslaught of savages...
I am dead...no more.
