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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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