Tohtenwelt

by jed   Mar 3, 2006


Walnut pried from broken shell
the dead man's spirit returns from Hell
the body had been flayed alive
as if lashed with a willow withe
and through the haze of blood and pain
the soul does strive to live again
with the strength of one possessed
this defiant spirit will not rest
until it's matter's rendered whole
and risen from its stinking gaol
for now there is a world to claim
immeasureable treasure's his to gain
unless this spirit remains as dead
and the man stays lost inside his head

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