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Succession

Updated on May 1, 2015

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.


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