January 25, 2010
Your corpse begins to stiffen,
Pain in your gut that never loosens,
Shriveled to the bone to the very middle,
Pain that spreads in your legs,
A breeze rising in over your head,
Bones that break with a quick shake,
Weak in the grave without meek,
Now with two broken legs, you still have a head,
Think, Think it says,
Loosen the pain or die in vain.

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