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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Six feet below That is where I go To spend forever, Some souls come and some souls go But I will rather home it here, Far away from humans inhumanity Far from chicanery Of a world gone mockery, I thought it would be long But after the bang It was just so simple, From the gun, a bullet just single Splattered the juice grisly, And the gape red and livid Made a clean breast. The place of burial The sweetest place to be No sweetest place like this, With a practiced ease The priest glasses on the nose Read the requiem, A little prayer, and a little hymn And the body lay in sweet repose, Truth, the day of death Better than the day of birth, And my wife Elizabeth Her eyes fixed on my casket, Thinking maybe be if she was responsible, I presumed she would get married As soon as possible, And my son; sweet and sad But never so sweet to stop his dad. I thought it would be long But after the bang It was just so simple, From the gun; a bullet just single Splattered the juice grisly, And the gape red and livid Made a clean breast. The place of burial All of the wealth and money, Couldn’t buy a peace like this And all the drugs, and all the fame; Could not make same Like a rolling mass of water, Life comes to naught; I will rather not go higher But sun down; it is just cozier, As the body goes on the descent I remembered the gun that lay implicated; Besides the bloodied head that lay nascent, And the eyes that opened supplicated, As everyone threw the dust to dust; And departed, Never a backward glance, I waved and looked around askance, Masses of tombstones spread like malignant cancer, And a gang of royal busts; Nestling among flourishing roses and sure cedars, And here is welcome to forever! Chorused some new friends that smile, For this is your place of burial.
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