Sod

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I buried me
Beneath the earth
From dust to dust
From death to birth

Or so I thought
Now labour pains
To move the sod
Now stretching out
To find my God

Its bright out here
But o so lush
I love myself
And my God crush

My limbs are sore
The muscles tight
The eyes grow squinted in the light
But o so lush
The earthy loam
I love this Eden
My soiled soul called home