When We Die
We are memory’s preserved and not forgot
We become ghosts or spirit hosts
In life we hate the name, In death we feel no shame
Body’s Evicted and re-homed in the ground
But that’s not for me as I stated before passing I want to be cremated
I added to my will as a must a request for my mortal dust
It was a simple wish find a peaceful place full of fish
And set me free as this is where I will finally rest.
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