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I found myself lying in a dark blackened hole

Shovel of dirt for every lie that I've told

I looked down to my feet and to my dismay

My hands clutched the shovel that left me this way

I picked myself up and grabbed ahold of the wall

Which towered over me to make me feel small

I said to myself I know I can get free

Then something inside took control over me

I found that my arms plunged the shovel straight down

And removed some more earth from the pulsating ground

Looking above, but saw no sign of light

I attempted to climb with all of my might

Then a feeling came over me like a crashing wave

And I knew that it was I that dug my own grave