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A revulsion in my cells

The revival of my soul

Pernicious anguish

I'm calling for a ghoul

In lapid it is written

“May he rest in peace”

But now I have realized

That I never deceased

My ribbings explode

Resuscitation of my within

Scrawny, tained, pituitary

I long for open air

Rotting from within

Voices from above

The ghouls I've called is arriving

He throws up the first sod