Lay Me to Rest, Pray That I DieA Poem by Alex VidmarThis is a song I've been working on for the past few months.Crossing my heart, a bloody "X" I stand before the firing squad. Last cigarette, sneer on my face; Twelve guns fire, all over the place.
Now; a coma. Soon; revenge. They take me for dead. I'm buried alive.
In the ground; awaken. Claw to the surface; pale, unshaven. Hate in my gaze, They have only days.
Fifty-five dead, all at my hand. Now forty-six more; axe to the head. Arrested, no trial, death by the chair; Laugh in their faces, they tear out my hair.
Strapped in tight; flip the switch. Lights flicker, unconsciousness. This time, a morgue, frozen solid. Mistaken, incomplete, undead s**t.
Twenty-score now beheaded Once more I am arrested. New sentence; death, no s**t! C.O.D; Poison injected.
Broadcast world-wide; hoping I die. Pumping veins full with cyanide. Hemlock, arsenic, plutonium, lead, Can't kill he who is already dead.
Cold ash, blackness smoke and sulphur Back with a vengeance, wielding Hell's Fire. One thousand dead, incinerated alive.
152mm shell to the heart. Split my body open, limbs apart. F**k you all, you and your pie! Lay me to rest! And Pray that I Die! © 2012 Alex VidmarAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAlex VidmarWakefield, RIAboutI'm twenty-two years old and a musician at heart, but I took up writing five years ago. I'm hoping to get published somewhere, so I'm trying out this site. Please be honest in your reviews. Be cr.. more..Writing
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