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A Corpse
In a pine wooden box,
lay a corpse,
clothes eaten away.
A soul of hell fire raged
as maggots eat his flesh away.
Screams never heard inclosed in a tomb.
The devil escorted him away,
and the grim reaper stood by,
looking around,
knowing the devil had his way.
Blood and bones could not describe what the corpse,
had hidden inside.
A soul full of lust and blood.
lay a corpse,
clothes eaten away.
A soul of hell fire raged
as maggots eat his flesh away.
Screams never heard inclosed in a tomb.
The devil escorted him away,
and the grim reaper stood by,
looking around,
knowing the devil had his way.
Blood and bones could not describe what the corpse,
had hidden inside.
A soul full of lust and blood.
Published 14th Feb 2012
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Anonymous
16th Apr 2012 6:17pm
Particularly morbid as it was published on the fourteenth of February, I guess that just adds to the dynamics. I feel like you use the corpse and the wooden box as your own metaphor, for what I'm not sure, but certainly I enjoyed reading your poem.
