General

Lich

Death is only the beginning if nothing happens after you die,
When you're burried and the funerals is done they'll soon forget to cry.

Later on that evening we'll finally get to meet,
With your eyes, hands, and torso my creation is complete.

Whatever you managed to do in life to me it really doesn't matter,
But any hopes of eternal sleep is a dream that I'll soon shatter.

Demise is only temporary with my pile of limbs amassed,
Deathlike symptoms just like your life will very soon be past.

With the viscera on the table all that's left to do is stitch,
A fresher, younger vessel for this old tired lich.

A little jolt of lightning and we'll soon be on our feet,
We'll suffer mortality once again as this borrowed heart does beat.

We'll shamble the lands in search of parts till the end of our extended day,
Because any curtains that are closed can be opened the same way.

But even in death you can't escape time and we'll soon begin to rot,
And once again we'll be stealing life from a recent burial plot.

So remember if you live your life not believing in heaven or hell,
The only afterlife you'll percieve is this overpowering smell.



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