THE STENCH OF DEATH

When the body is being lowered into the grave

It shows you everything you are

The feeling is grave

And again, it shows you everything you are not

 

Death is the ultimate

It levels the playing field

The pen-ultimate

Grounding all there is to a halt

 

Death looms over our heads

In time, we will all leave

Lowered into the grave, rolling heads

Down to a position of no return

 

Be abreast of life

Before you are taken from life

 

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