Death In the Cesspool

Death In the Cesspool Forget the dead, there faces never smile, nor do they fret about life's uphill climb, but if one must, 'tis good to cry a while, remembering they've died from age or crime. Or if you're of a mind to dance and sing, while laying dead down to their resting place, the world should never say a single thing, as life goes on in its redeeming grace. And if you think you'll never be the same, what manner of a fool would want to stay, here in this garbage heap and stupid game; here in the pits of hell and death's decay? We'll sanctify the church. Nativity. The temple mount. The wall. And drown ourselves in pee. © ron wilson