Gravedigger

A shallow grave
Fit for no king
Throughout his wounds
He bled sin
An empty chamber
Once unloaded on him
And on that day
He was thrown in
Now you've sinned
You hear a laugh
As the dead plants pass
And the sun turns dark

Grinded bones
Shattered skulls
Bloody Clothes
The bullet holes
Cater for
His own woes

The gravedigger rise
How the dead would die
Look deep until you cry
The gravediggers eyes
He sees where you are
At the top of the sun
From the dammed graveyard
The gravedigger's fun

For those below
The sky above
Thickened mud
Skin so numb
As was his own
Clouded smoke



Credits
Writer(s): Johnnie Stalker
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