Rebirth”
A tattered box of knotted pine
Cross upon its lid, to forever bind
Consecrated soil, your final embrace
Neither stone, nor marker
Ever placed
A stake of oak, your body bound
Forever darkness,
Beneath this ground
Years passed by, as I silently waited
'Time'
Took its hold, and this place,
It on
'Desecrated'
Land withered, and the trees grew old
The sun no longer shone, the winds grew cold
Soil began to erode, slowly revealing its keep
Fetid air blankets the ground from which it seeps
Mortar and brick, soon crumbled and fell
Nothing holy, in this place did dwell
“Still”
Neath this ground of frozen earth
My soul waits,
It’s
“Rebirth”
~~~Poison~~~
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