You kept hidden from heaven the skeletons
When there wasn't anymore room
You held them for ransom from God
Who took your heart
But forgot the doom
'I'll never give them back'
'They'll become alabaster trophies for my wicked eyes'
But death gave you a warning
'You must release them from the flies'
His children never liked the dirt
'I wouldn't keep them there''
'The dead get claustrophobic'
Because you keep burning their air
©venomocity
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