Lying still until the end of time,
On Judgment Day,when I am awakened,
Testify, I will ,to the one I was buried by,
With corruption of my soul not even slight,
The books of my past will be opened,
My dormant soul will then have risen,
Replayed will be the blood curdling cries,
Of the tortured I that lay mute to the world,
A just end for what I did fight,
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