Note from a Soul Recently Deceased
From six feet underground
The world all looks the same,
One big mess
Of caverns and graves,
Sprawling out before me,
But all the people at rest.
Had I known in life,
I would have found a patch of grass to lie in,
and had the world laid out before me.
Live at your best,
I'll cheer you all the way.
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