Obit
With 365 days of mourning
we'll never need the news.
Or even read the paper
for any kind of clues.
We'll always have our mission
to bury all the dead.
And never stray from suffering
to make the trip ahead.
We'll always feel the shame
we didn't do enough.
and never need to blame
another for our slough.
We'll always see no choice;
the end was coming near.
And take the time to pray
foresaking all the fear.
We'll swallow all our tears
for what we didn't do.
Accepting all our fates
for what's aqquainted to.
And relive all our past
for what's been print to view.
Accepting what the term
obit has claimed for you.
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