The dead;Is dead and gone

Speak not of ‘it’

For it is dead and gone

No longer reckoned as a being

But as a thing

Speak not of ‘it’

Lest you live in renewed pain of memories

And forget purpose

Using the hurt as an excuse to the maker

When at last you leave the earth

To the planet called ‘Judgement’

And you’re asked:’How many more talents have you made?’

Leave the dead for that day

For you’ll see the dead

For the dead is dead and gone

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