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You hope to be remembered

As you cling to your life

Even in death you wish to be unique

Laying beneath a shroud

Draped in misery

Unaccepting of our shared fate

The spirit begins to fade

Cold lifeless eyes stare back at mea s I gaze upon that which remains

Preserve my memory

The weak do always beg

But we return to dust before too late

There's no conquering the reaper with this fools' masquerade

We bid this world farewell

Now off to hell as our corpse rots in the ground

Don't pity the dead!

Pity those who hope for salvation through ceremony

Oh what a waste!

Cold lifeless eyes stare back at me as I gaze upon that which remains

Preserve my memory

The weak do always beg

But we return to dust before too late