I stand under the tree, over my grave,
The blood of my spirit never gone,
The tombstone, it shineth,
My body in the crypt under it roteth.
Give u my hand I did,
So u culd hold it and cry on it.
Never did I think I wuld die,
A death of betrayal so real.
The wind rustles through the dead menz yard,
Passing over there names placard.
I sit there a specter in the night,
Looking at my body witch lost the fight.
Oh I remember the pain,
The arrow head through my heart.
My cry of help,
He stands there with u now laughing ,
While my heart though dead is crying.
Why me of all
Why the love? The lust??
The pain of creation,
The heart ache of separation,
I shall never forget o bitch!!!,
Even after a billion generations.
But now I stand under the tree,
And he with u laughing.
The oath is taketh,
The dead shall again riseth.
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