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Lay Me Low

Lay me low, lay me low,
Lay me 'neath where grass doth grow
Lay me twisted, lay me broken,
Down where devils go to die

Lay me down, lay me down,
Leave me in dry dust to drown
Lay me shattered, lay me splintered
Down where devils go to die

Encrusted in Earth's crust I'll lay
Til those who sin and those who pray
For years gone by just couldn't say
Where they went on judgment day

Lay me low, lay me low
You must reap the seeds you sow
Lay me bloodied, lay me mangled
Down where devils go to die

Lay me under, lay me under
Deep in all my dreams asunder
Lay me gored, and lay me mauled
Down where devils go to die

Here beneath all life I'll lay
'Til light and dark don't dictate day
Because the sun shines every ray
A different shade of black or grey

Lay me low, lay me low,
Below the depths of what I know
Lay me twisted, lay me broken,
Down where devils go to die






Poetry by Morgan Cellohead
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Written on 2009-06-04 at 23:10

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Sun.Moon.Stars.Rain
...wow...this is insanely powerful...and very very bleak. amazingly well-written, as always, and very intensely piercingly desolate.
2009-06-04