when i die, they will piss on my grave
while i rot, they will shackle new slaves
a beautiful soul crossed the bridge
another hole they will dig
of putrid bile they deal in death
fetid corpse with no breath
serene moment, cheapened gag
nothing more than flesh bagged
with last gasp, curse the dead’s names
go ahead, and continue to maim
what a beautiful view, this nighttime glance
with city lights, the cars will dance
one step into the dark waves
and still, they will piss on this grave