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As expected, Mr. Eartle will die on time or sooner
We understand India has over 1.3 billion people
None of them are followers of Eartle or his turtle wax
But unlike the soon to be deceased man from America
The certificates in turtle wax will grow on in perpetuity  

He will leave behind a fortune in computers made in India
That will also continue to rise in interest and of interest to
The aforementioned over populated place already mentioned
Where people and profits speak a language more in tune with you 
And if that is not enough to warm the cockles of your heart

Eartle owns really real estate not fake
Three mansions on a lake if not mistaken
All in the United States of America
Not to be confused with India at all

His properties continue to be of interest to a band of hobos
Family members who are hardly members of the human race
More like viruses which came into existence as  mistakes
As precursors to life formed from the beginning of creation
To latch on to you or other living organisms to exist at all

Mr. Eartle must die today so he can vote in 27 states
So what if his properties will be occupied by viruses
People from Texas who know what's best for them
Who smile so it must be time to go

He will die today to save more space
Is it wrong to be invisible?
There is nothing nice about being alive
Showing ID can be a hassle
You can cast more votes when dead
Because no one sees you in the booth

Let an angel pull a lever in your name
Even if it is Eartle not from India
Good citizens never go away
Constitutions change but not constituents
They vote in many places when they are dead

No one ever really dies these days
Everything is computerized
And it is illegal to discriminate against an alien
Such as spirits or a ghost
Entities who have every right to vote

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