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The Funeral March
The Funeral March Surrender upon death; take your last breath, As you took your first, to feed your thirst. Now lay in the hearse and hear their verse; Their poetry, their thoughts; their morose words. Only the dead have seen the future; There is nothing to see. I would have had something important to say, If only you’d have let me. I want to leave, I want to stay, But I’m neither here or there. Just somewhere in between, I think. I don’t know that you don’t care. The Devils Angels came to speak; To take me down, to terrorise me. A town with no name, some call it Hell; It is now my home, I will never be free. Go have faith in your fictional God; I have lived in his cold dark world. Heaven or Hell, or somewhere else. Pain and misery is what you must behold. He’s going six feet underground, his life is no more. If only he had fought a little harder, we wouldn’t have to mourn. So all you could possibly preach, to me is lost in translation; For good and bad are equals forever and there is no salvation. (C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Book: Shattered Sighs