Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #180

Neath stagnant, cold, undisturbed soil
Soft bodies lying in repose
No more will they face life’s toil
Instead they slowly decompose,

Cares and worries faced no more
Knowing death their ultimate doom.
Forgotten like all men before
In this vault of perpetual gloom

Till they hear the words that say
Arise, for it is Judgment Day.

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