The Reluctant Lazarus
Call me the reluctant Lazarus
Each night I return to the tomb
In hopes of eternal rest
But the Gods consider it amusing
To raise me at morning break
They proclaim it a miracle
I, a curse
Bound to the rock as Prometheus
My liver feeds the masses
With no consideration of right
Wrap me in linen
Return me to the dust
From which I came
And let me sleep
Samuel DiPaola 
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