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another poem damn ye to hell ye unfeeling lot when one man has died you'd not let him rot you want to him to live and nor for his own but cause you can't live if his soul has flown damn ye to hell ye unfeeling lot you owe him too much and still you won't give though he once has died you want him to rise damn ye to hell ye unfeeling men his soul once has run and now runs again you owe him so much and still you don't give he says he is dead but you say he lives damn ye to hell ye unfeeling lot your own time is coming 'twill be yours to rot and when you have laid and you wish to sleep it will be another's to beg you to keep by forthelove |