They wrote me an Epitaph
Everyone will sleep forever one day
People will forget that you were here
Inside your grave will you slumber alone in a pong
To be born is to die halfway
After that everything goes eternally black
Prayers will be said on your burial
Hovering in blackness will now be your new job
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