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Memorial Arrangements:

As we lay this wretched waste of a man into his final rotting place

We pray for his soul to be stripped and tormented of all that is proper, to burn in his sins

In the witness of the Father, the Son and the Holy ghost, his soul will fall below the valley of death

Left to rot forever, to never be free, never return

Premature Burial:

Scratching at the box, hand stretches from the earth

Deceased before I am dead, denounced since birth

Alone in this dark void, left to deal with my fear

No way to escape the embrace of the dead

Body numb does not respond, my mind sees all

Coroner tags me for burial, ignoring life's call

My body left to rot yet the blood still flows

Lowered down into my plot, the soil is now my home

Release of my soul is impossible to me

When I still possess it how can it be free?

Not dead yet, why am I ignored?

Mourning for the dead

Not dead yet, while I still live

Premature burial, premature

Pronounced dead, I still see I lie motionless

A mind that's still alert while functions cease

Awake, I still am forever trapped

The light of day it now will never be seen

The crawling of the insects, is all that I now feel

Alive upon my flesh, my death is not real

Not dead yet, premature burial

Mourning for the dead, premature burial

Expiration met, premature burial

I still live, premature burial

Kill me, premature burial