Real Macabre
Death humbles all
Into the ground below
Where the grass doesn't grow
And bugs crawl real slow
Into you grave
Shallow and dingy
Rotten and repugnant
Real macabre
An appalling thought
But, death gives you a chance
After all, life is a dance
And you only have one chance
So, dance, dance, dance
Death is the beginning of the end
Now you must choose
How you will live
Not only for yourself
You must also think of future generations
Even those from other nations
You can go to the underworld weeping and wailing
Or you can decide to keep on prevailing
Till the end of your ailing days.
---PPM
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