Post by darkness0within on Dec 5, 2020 14:01:25 GMT -6
Exhumed.
That graveyard conscience won’t exist,
To those who with coin some men enlist,
At dead of night to churchyard find,
Such bodies freshly left behind.
With spade and pick they dig that soil,
So consecrated for those spoils,
Their labours in a corpse to take,
Then from the body soil they’ll shake.
A coffin now comes into view,
So deft they lift it out on cue,
The lid now opened by their skill,
And soon a Hessian sack they’ll fill.
Sweet putrefaction in the air,
A corpse who has that blinded stare,
This time a woman is the prize,
Whose body met a sad demise.
Now back on view for just a while,
As the robbers share a wicked smile,
Their paymaster has tastes so strange,
But with money always can arrange.
Most anything that he would need,
This time dead flesh so he can feed,
A ghoulish banquet for the senses,
That has so many known expenses.
But those robbers care not what is done,
For all thoughts of goodness they long shunned,
Now they have gone their merry way,
As the night begins to turn to day.
Now their work is done as they consign,
That corpse to one with grand designs.
Darkness.
That graveyard conscience won’t exist,
To those who with coin some men enlist,
At dead of night to churchyard find,
Such bodies freshly left behind.
With spade and pick they dig that soil,
So consecrated for those spoils,
Their labours in a corpse to take,
Then from the body soil they’ll shake.
A coffin now comes into view,
So deft they lift it out on cue,
The lid now opened by their skill,
And soon a Hessian sack they’ll fill.
Sweet putrefaction in the air,
A corpse who has that blinded stare,
This time a woman is the prize,
Whose body met a sad demise.
Now back on view for just a while,
As the robbers share a wicked smile,
Their paymaster has tastes so strange,
But with money always can arrange.
Most anything that he would need,
This time dead flesh so he can feed,
A ghoulish banquet for the senses,
That has so many known expenses.
But those robbers care not what is done,
For all thoughts of goodness they long shunned,
Now they have gone their merry way,
As the night begins to turn to day.
Now their work is done as they consign,
That corpse to one with grand designs.
Darkness.
