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Searching through the graveyards

Scandinavian night

Shovel and pickax in hand

He takes the left hand path

The time has come

Soon the dead shall live

Stops on rotting soil

His shovel breaks the earth

Metal encasing

Life has ceased to be

Lightning cleaves the sky

On omen of death

Black and orange glow

He covers his eyes

This will be his fate

His epitaph writ

Man has killed his god

A choice to give life to the abnormally deceased

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