The Censer
The black robe blowing in the wind as the smoking censer signals like a flare
He walks next to the pallbearers, they nod to him with a signal of respect
Something I was never given
The casket is lowered into the darkness of a hole
The smoke creating an aura of a fog machine
Almost inaudible whispers seem to tell of my wanted disposal
But they don't know, I can hear them
The casket is tightly bound and has been specifically sound proof
No one on thе outside knows I'm alive
They don't seem to еven care
Like a cult offering me as sacrifice, I am now in the ground
On the verge of suffocation, not wanting to speak
I knew these people were what they preached against, the demons of Earth
Why did I ever bother to trust them, why did I bother?
I think I heard the giggles of children as the soil begins to flood over me
No warnings I could give