Can't move.
Cant talk.
Inside this wooden box.
Been here since the service day,
And in here is where i'll stay.

Life in here is cold and dark,
Can't escape this cement park.
Engraved on the stone resides the name,
The name of the soul from which i came.
Im nothing more than the physical shell,
Of a soul which now resides in hell.


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