The cold steel to my grave, burn frozen flesh from my skin.
I was taken away from reality's blossom, on a trip to nature's home.

Who would morn my goodbye, praying I find solace in heaven's laps.
But false tears of pain they bleed, while standing above my plastered grave stone, my name written in steel writings, their presence still tainted with glee.

I could hear their corny mocks disguised with their facade of hurt.
"I" a victim of their wrath, trapped underneath their cascading earth, while preaching my extinct.

They wanted me gone, striking me...