Created: Sunday, 20 April 2008 Written by God BothererThis is the way... step inside.
Your mighty forefathers of yore lie in here.
Now it's your turn; arsehole!
Just there, right next to the toothless bearded hag. Take your tomb and shut up. No need for politics here. Here you do as you are told. Nothing from you but silence.
At the gates the guardian lets no-one pass. “Boys you here for a long time.”
Lie down and stare up at the cracks in the ceiling. Contemplate your woe and misery; it ain't ever going to end.
They'll peel off your face and hang it from the hallway door.
Thought life was bad? Wait till you are dead.