When you go to your grave
A cold damp dark cave
I'll be Waiting for thy bones
You will look upon me with blank gazes
As grass form the pale gray gives green razors
On your soil roof they do grow
For I'm the shadow of everything
All the living and the thinking
Who takes they're dead body's
To the hungry worms sleeping below
A black mind is all you see
More then nothingness you will be
Not a face to be seen
Because death has claimed your very soul
You worked your knuckles to the bone
Slaved away a life for nort
Because in the end what you thought
Was nothing but a lie
No white light after
After... after you die.
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