For good measure
How oft
We humans labor
Realize
In our Sub-conscious
That
That's enough
Yet we pile on
And on
All for good measure:
And
Till somebody Immortality
Bring
The piling be
As the piling of the dust
On the last coffin look
In to the grave of terror.
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