Revocation
A Debt Owed To The Grave
Life extinguished in it's primeSummoned by the bell's strident chimeA bemoaning family lamentsAn Obolus the payment for a life that has been spentSilent and stiffIn Rigor Mortis' grip The die is castHow quickly one's time can elapseThe ferryman will take you on your wayThe coin's been passedEmpty is your hourglassIn a lightless chamber the cold slab awaitsStained sheets, the darkest shade of crimsonBloated by the onset of decompositionNo one will mourn over his deathAn Obol forced inside your mouth before your final breathSilent and stiffNo tears shed for a life now forfeitA debt owed to the graveA debt we all must pay
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