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Fiery Grave
deep below the surface a fiery
grave burns...ashy from the heat,
black from the years of torment.
a cradle rocks above the surface,
one that surely is a sign, a
future already chosen, a birth
that doesn't take place, one
that rotts in the cradle without love,
without a home. covered by blankets
that soon will lay it in eternal peace,
rocking back and forth to the
gentle blowing of the breeze,
a song bird sings from far away,
a song of death that fills the air.