A box is where he stayed with no knowledge Of time or notice of the wooden casket As he layed buried under foliage. No tombstone, and no flower basket Marked his grave. Fondling his attire, He stuttered, nonsense, twisting common slurs. Like a dragon from his mouth blazed fire. Dangling from the coffin top were worms. He wiped them off and chiseled through wood. A mole he became, burrowing through dirt. Swearing without shame, saying that he could. Almost died from drowning in the earth. Had high expectations during his rebirth.
Reason for writing:
when there's a will there IS a way!!
believe that :>
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