Beneath the ground, there sleeps the dead, | 1 |
where folded lips seal rotted screams. | 2 |
The sweat of brows is bloody red: | 3 |
they came from veins, from ripping seams. | 4 |
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Sane men would never find a grave | 5 |
to dig out gold, which lies beneath. | 6 |
If someone did, no one could save | 7 |
that foolish man from starving teeth. | 8 |