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'''Title: PARTING VERSES''' '''Author: Vasculio''' ------------------------------------ As they lower me down, To this hole in the ground, I scream for help, But they can't hear a sound. I scratch on this lid, My fingers they bleed. They plant me deep, Like an evil seed. Now my bones decompose, My flesh doth rot, But soon I will rise, And torture the lot. [[Category:Poetry and Song]]

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