Actualism

I'm ponderous, You're hilarious, Those voice came from waterlies, All in cemented mysteries, Shadows reserve us with full bowl of pastries, Let's talk much of needs to be honored, Then we buy for mourners, To eradicate the preterminal parse, Road leading to stars in the universe, Is now showing dynamic matte, When all meet at last, We'll sing sorrowful tunes to the past, To close our bodies in silence, Accordingly,it's facing pretence.