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Headstone Epitaph
As I Lay
I never thought I would die so soon
This world for me
Was nothing extravagant, nothing over the
moon
This was never my forever home, only
temporary.
You see, a sinner lies in this ground
I didn't deserve any kind of Heaven
Although my Jesus died for me on that
mound
At times His voice I could not hear, the
noise did deafen.
I hope and pray
My legacy lives on
I did the best that I could in my own way
I loved well, worked hard and with Jesus I
made a bond.
So as my body turns to ash
The beauty will fade away
Memories last, nothing to rehash
Only God has the power as I lay.
This world for me
Was nothing extravagant, nothing over the
moon
This was never my forever home, only
temporary.
You see, a sinner lies in this ground
I didn't deserve any kind of Heaven
Although my Jesus died for me on that
mound
At times His voice I could not hear, the
noise did deafen.
I hope and pray
My legacy lives on
I did the best that I could in my own way
I loved well, worked hard and with Jesus I
made a bond.
So as my body turns to ash
The beauty will fade away
Memories last, nothing to rehash
Only God has the power as I lay.
Written by QuinnARichardson
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Goodby buddy
Feeling rise unpacified
more than a friend
for we were more than tied
singular faithfulness untill the end
companion, solace, ever there
I howl in anguish, life! despair
worn lead, chewed bone
and empty chair
more than a friend
for we were more than tied
singular faithfulness untill the end
companion, solace, ever there
I howl in anguish, life! despair
worn lead, chewed bone
and empty chair
Written by slipalong
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False profit
Here lies the False prophet
Who lied about his life
Lied about his profits
and his prophesies
That never came true
Then lied about his lies
Took credit for failings
Yet somehow rose up from his grave
To spew more lies
Because one without a soul never need worry about going to Hell
Who lied about his life
Lied about his profits
and his prophesies
That never came true
Then lied about his lies
Took credit for failings
Yet somehow rose up from his grave
To spew more lies
Because one without a soul never need worry about going to Hell
Written by Poetryman
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My Love
Goodbye my love
We'll meet again
When I am old and grey
Goodbye my love
We'll meet again
Once I have passed away
Hello my love
We meet again
I told you it would be
Hello my love
We meet again
Your face I've longed to see
Forever my love
I'd never forget
Our vows when we were wed
Forever my love
I'd never forget
The things that we both said
We'll meet again
When I am old and grey
Goodbye my love
We'll meet again
Once I have passed away
Hello my love
We meet again
I told you it would be
Hello my love
We meet again
Your face I've longed to see
Forever my love
I'd never forget
Our vows when we were wed
Forever my love
I'd never forget
The things that we both said
Written by Sapphirewolf
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Fear Not
Do not fear the hour of death....
For in it great honor awaits....
For if we believe in Christ our Lord....
We'll finally walk through Heavens gates....
For in it great honor awaits....
For if we believe in Christ our Lord....
We'll finally walk through Heavens gates....
Written by Sapphirewolf
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Death Is Just A Hand
By deaths cold hand were lead to a new land..
Where streets are paved with gold..
And in God's arm's were tightly enfold..
Where streets are paved with gold..
And in God's arm's were tightly enfold..
Written by Sapphirewolf
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Suicidal
He…
He’s going to kill me
with the way
his cock cuts past
the bite marks
on my thighs
to impale
something vital.
He's going to kill me
in a white-hot
mind fuck with
low-slung base
throbbing in the
background.
He's going to make
eye contact,
take off his belt
slowly,
and
smile in a way
that makes me
weak,
as toxins steam
off his gorgeous
bloody,
soul.
I’m going to lean in
and inhale.
Written by Betty
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Your Orders
Tickle the cock, the balls, and the gooch
Then come around
Give anus a smooch
Then come around
Give anus a smooch
Written by Girthquake
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Engraving on My Headstone
Prefer you my romantical ghost
with beating heart and spirit
ascending from this grave
to show I still love you?
Prefer you a love-letter
from the depths of my grave?
A letter penned in ink,
or in the tears from my veins?
Prefer you I claw out of this grave
of solitude to chase you?
Prefer you to embrace my ghost
with a thawing affection?
with beating heart and spirit
ascending from this grave
to show I still love you?
Prefer you a love-letter
from the depths of my grave?
A letter penned in ink,
or in the tears from my veins?
Prefer you I claw out of this grave
of solitude to chase you?
Prefer you to embrace my ghost
with a thawing affection?
Written by gothicsurrealism
(Daniel Long)
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