Succession
The musty smell of virgin blood oozes fertile earth
The raptured soul is then set free and commences one at birth
Spirits robbed of corpulence, stirring in the crypt
Moonbeams guide immortal beings where soil has been ripped
While maggots sup below the earth, gnawing at decay
Angels place the flesh to rest and take the soul halfway
Rulings made in purgatory deems the point whereafter
To plunge the abyssal pits of hell or climb up Jacobs ladder
Unsettled souls are then appointed yet another quest
Tentatively implanted in human flesh, once more they burden test
When cold graves give up their dead, you'll hear the wailing cries
Succession starts the instant there are pennies in your eyes.