What was once your laughter
has become your screams and tears.
Your shriveled corpse lies in the
Ashes of the bodies of the dead.
Your coffin is his dinner pot
Where he consumes your flesh
And your soul trapped therein.
His is the darkness that feeds off of
The souls of the dead for eternity.
The monks moan when their
prayers for the dead are not heard.
©ronvdm777
May 2020
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