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Mourn, we mourn, mourn, we mourn, mourn, we mourn

A face I don't remember, a time I can't recall

The ordeal, a theme silent, my mind vacant

But cries I hear, and never-ending mourning

The absurdity, but still we must mourn

The ghoul's desire to be left alone,

but steadfast they're on their grief-ridden throne

Fear's the reason, and we still …

Mourn, we mourn, mourn, we mourn, mourn, we mourn

What's this grotesque view of walking clumps of flesh

Why can't one remain ever non-physical?

Hiding parts of the construction — The shame

The awareness of the abomination — The freak

Detached from everyone

A mind complex

Obsessed with death

Flawed shell

A time limited

And we mourn …

Mourn, we mourn, mourn, we mourn, mourn, we mourn

"If you are not affected by it

It has nothing to do with you”

"Death the taboo turned into obsession

What seen as loss, we see as transition

The departed don't see nor care for

Earthly mournings that don't serve you"