Into my grave

And there I go into my grave,
As they move me down,
Gradually into the ground,
Surrounded by mud all around.

And mud is all they are giving me,
Out of everything I left there,
They clutch it in their fists,
Throw it on my face in bits,

They buried me here alone and left,
My kins, my loves, how could they!
And whom I followed all along,
Just one place they all would belong.

All those who were lost or driven,
Are under same length…now even!


Monday 1 October 2007
19:26 hours

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