As you lay in that grave
What do you think of me
I know I didn't behave
Has death made you free

Or was that just a lie
A way of getting out
There was no reason to die
I just want to shout

Well I hope you're in heaven
And I hope you're well
But from my broken bones of seven
I think you're in hell

Zoe Elsworth

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