I was laid in six feet to repose
lo and behold, here comes the foes
i was handicaped to death, so am a prey
mouth shut, eyes closed, i couldnt pray
my body desended to the underground dust
my spirit swiftly asended to rest
though i pass through a defile
hell tried to hold me capive, bt it was futile
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