I'm laying in a dug up grave, it was dug up some months ago. I lay in it, ready, with my hands at my sides, eyes closed, ready to be buried.

Bury me. Bury me. I am ready, and the dead do not wait. Does not matter if my heart is still beating. My mind is made up. Bury me.

Pick up the shovel. And bury me. Bury me. I am done. I am done. Bury me.

Bury me. Before my spirit becomes vengeful, and I climb out to feed on your lifeblood like the vampyre as a result. Bury me.

I guess, neither of us are to rest then.

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