Death Conquers All

If you're dead, you're turning in your grave.

Everything is black
Blank
Bleak
Bloody
Bleeding
Everything is dead
Deadly
Desolate
Demanding
Disheartening
Everything is hurting
Hating
Hateful
Hatred
Heathen
Everything is me
Mean
Messy
Martyring
Malevolent
Death conquers all
And sends it all to a heavenly grave
To which you are just an empty skeleton

The End

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