2 Ft. City

Driving dead center throught this human marble town every race & creed are buried on these grounds the bodies stacked & stacked as far as the eye can see the corpses act as for mulch for the thriving pine trees the dead wagon leads another family towards the plot where the nail on the final board now their bodies rot for eternity their dead and they breed within the 2 ft. city corpses rotting way down they're dead they're dead corpses rotting way down they are all history history mystery they are all history bodies displaced for the good of society real close feeling of death come out depressed it's the final destination that we all go people talk of "heaven" but I don't know this life is made for people sitting in the shade that is why I'm mesmerized with jumping in a grave the feared fountain of death still flows over and takes lives as it goes the pain inside of me I don't care if you see lies in the back of me my only friend's a roped up tree beyond all other reason why live less & get closer to dying once was more more than enough that is why I'm giving up life is just a waiting room death is the end of gloom waith everyone's end is near go end it in your room with fear their stones the dead been dead for years the dead they'll just help end the tears deceased no longer looking pretty the people from the 2 ft. city