Death Aways Gets His Man


I protest with my fest against the tombstone, 
never did I see the ghost. 

He pines away in his grave, 
waiting for what? 

When the dirt has been digged away, 
He will rise 
and live another day. 

Poor ghostly man, 
knows nothing of death’s demand, 
or the promise made too man. 

Death always gets his man

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