Past Lives

 

What filthy hole did you crawl from?

maggot riddled spawn of past bodies laid to rest,

coward, in dreams you slink upon me now,

dredge excrement from where I have come.

 

Demons past refuse to sleep,

torment a mind with insanital force,

the dead will just not stay buried,

I pray some lord my soul to keep.

 

(Stoic)

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