Loving You

Flower

Real Macabre

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

                                           

Die Sonne/The Sun