Rephaim


Even when the grass is at its greenest green,
Underground where things go unseen,
It could be filled with blood or piled above bodies-
And only the one son knew, by the name of Rephaim.
Rephaim now lived with the fury of Hell.
The one thing which saved him was a lonely bell;
He took it, along with a flashlight in hand,
And crept down below to live with the sand.
Digging, digging, to get down under-
Here, he committed his greatest blunders.
A man with the name of Kalona spoke.
But before he could, Rephaim did choke.
Kalona lay dying, and started to cry.
He spoke:"Why son, why?"
Rephaim did not speak, he only glared;
Kalona's eyes followed and together they stared.
Rephaim had killed man
With two strokes of two hands.
Rephaim had killed a man
Only for a damn.
Even when the grass is at its greenest green,
Underground where things go unseen,
It could be filled with blood or piled above bodies-
And only the one son knew, by the name of Rephaim.

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