Willfez74
Padawan Learner
Under a tree
Bury me under a tree
Don't want no grave devouring me
Religion's cross is mine to bear
And below it, please don't put me there
Don't want no hex above my head
That brings my soul eternal dread
The cemetery is dark and bleak
With all the souls it aims to keep
Feeding off their energy
Reminding us who owns the free
Let my waste nourish the roots
Not rot inside some man made boots
For I will have no need for them
My walking days are at an end
And what I leave I give to life
As it gave to me as my birth right
No longer am I flesh and bone
Or a name carved on a piece of stone
A memory is where I lay
To remember me if and when you may
No service is required here
Just a few simple words and perhaps maybe a tear
Don't line up in that stuffy pew
I feed the leaves that silently grew
Please don't put me in that prison grave
Or in that grand Mausoleum that houses a slave
Masonic symbols etched above our dust
Hide secrets never shown to us
As though they're laughing in your face
By calling this a sacred place
You never knew they owned your name
They spell it out with all to gain
At least, they think the world is all
And that death will be the final call
However, the earth will swallow those
Who play dress up in their fancy clothes
The body that the vain adore
Is merely biodegradable
That shell I lived this cycle in
Is now matter for recycling
The dying fruit begets a seed
The tree of life it gets to breed
And when it blossoms you will see
In all its glory, a piece of me
Bury me under a tree
Don't want no grave devouring me
Religion's cross is mine to bear
And below it, please don't put me there
Don't want no hex above my head
That brings my soul eternal dread
The cemetery is dark and bleak
With all the souls it aims to keep
Feeding off their energy
Reminding us who owns the free
Let my waste nourish the roots
Not rot inside some man made boots
For I will have no need for them
My walking days are at an end
And what I leave I give to life
As it gave to me as my birth right
No longer am I flesh and bone
Or a name carved on a piece of stone
A memory is where I lay
To remember me if and when you may
No service is required here
Just a few simple words and perhaps maybe a tear
Don't line up in that stuffy pew
I feed the leaves that silently grew
Please don't put me in that prison grave
Or in that grand Mausoleum that houses a slave
Masonic symbols etched above our dust
Hide secrets never shown to us
As though they're laughing in your face
By calling this a sacred place
You never knew they owned your name
They spell it out with all to gain
At least, they think the world is all
And that death will be the final call
However, the earth will swallow those
Who play dress up in their fancy clothes
The body that the vain adore
Is merely biodegradable
That shell I lived this cycle in
Is now matter for recycling
The dying fruit begets a seed
The tree of life it gets to breed
And when it blossoms you will see
In all its glory, a piece of me