Poetry

Shallow Holes Make Graves

Shallow holes make graves, once the soul has left and the body has been arranged, only then can it be laid into it’s holy tomb, without a light or a breath of room. Shallow holes make graves, they are dug by men who know that this will be their resting place their eternal stay. A caring hand will close their eyes, and see to the clothes in which they will lie, a mournful face will close the lid, and pray that god may take his sin, and in the end the flowers will be laid and sorrow will take their place, shallow holes make graves.

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