Graveyard
Graveyard
A city of mystery,
Every dead has their history.
Some with unfinished dream,
While the living cry and scream.
A place of sadness,
No light but darkness.
Strength will exist no more,
Heavenly race we should adore.
A home everyone will live,
And where no one will survive.
We all shall reap what we sow,
On judgment day we take a bow.
PricelessPEN
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