You drag your bones accross the earth
like everyone who dragged theirs first.
A speech, a prayer, a stone to read,
a wooden case for worms to eat.
Corpses met with Hallmark afterthoughts...
Apparently they're sorry for the loss.
It's sad but true and tough for you.
Your brain's synaptic buzz is through.
Exist to die
and still live on to haunt the ones
who done you wrong.
20 grams of weight and the soul's escaped
you're coming back a duck or an ape.
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