The Rising

With flowers laid
The mourners mourn
Family remember
The day I was born
Gathered together
To lay me to rest
All dressed up
In my Sunday best
Coffin dropped 
Goodbye to the deceased
Earth recovered
Rest in peace

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Two weeks on
I open my eyes
Still in my box
To my surprise
No ascension to heaven 
No descent into hell
Just hanging with the worms
In my corpsed shell
I bang on the lid
Kick. Scream and shout
I don't think I'm dead
"Someone. Let me out !!"

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Clawing and digging
Denying my demise
Trying to make my way up
For tonight I will rise
Hand punches through
Into the cold night air
Consuming my body
This abundance of fear
As I reach the surface
No more needs to be said
I wasn't buried alive
Not alive. But Undead

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