6 feet under

To the ground

To the ground

To the ground we go

A mere game of choice were we thrown into 

where time is an irrelevant paradox

And nothing really matters 

And everything will rot

right down to the flowers

In the ground 

In the ground

Into the ground we go

Where we lay to rest our last shred of hope



This poem is about: 
Our world


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