When You Are Gone

Like the rabbits eat carrots Thy body shall be eaten by maggots When you’re no more breathing And thy soul, taken into the heavenly ceiling. You’re sand, to it you shall return Then reap whatever you’ve done. Then upon thy grave like a weeping sky, Thunderously people may mourn and cry. And once the funeral rites are performed, With this world you have severed your bond. Then, your loved ones shall leave you alone And your properties become their own.