Flesh and soil
You'll see the stars
One yelp and sleep
You'll nothing feel ...
Six feet under
You are falling down
Mind and spirit
Never ending pain
And green of grove
Your obsequies
Come closer, I don't want to harm you.
I'm your destiny, end of your road.
Don't philosophise. It's simple.
Death is unavoidable!
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