The Legacy of Dying
From whence we endure the first whisper of life
So, too, is the origin of our demise
"Ashes to ashes, and dust unto dust"
"For whom the bell tolls" is our object of lust.
Death stands like a reaper at everyone's door
Like a vulture awaiting that fate we abhor
Then sweeping us up into comforting arms
He delivers us with the most unwelcome charms.
He lays us to rest wrapped in shrouds of his cape
And delights in revealing his skeletal face
The last sound we hear is his clattering teeth
Yet we still must confess this is quite a relief.
From the earth we have come, and therefore, shall return
Let him lay us to rest so we, too, may sojourn
In what manner shall each of us finally be placed
When the soil and vermin are all we can taste?
Do we slumber in vanity, display our worth
Or suit ourselves up in unpretentious girth?
Let us choose our death bed with precise expertise
And delight in the fact that we shall Rest In Peace!
So, too, is the origin of our demise
"Ashes to ashes, and dust unto dust"
"For whom the bell tolls" is our object of lust.
Death stands like a reaper at everyone's door
Like a vulture awaiting that fate we abhor
Then sweeping us up into comforting arms
He delivers us with the most unwelcome charms.
He lays us to rest wrapped in shrouds of his cape
And delights in revealing his skeletal face
The last sound we hear is his clattering teeth
Yet we still must confess this is quite a relief.
From the earth we have come, and therefore, shall return
Let him lay us to rest so we, too, may sojourn
In what manner shall each of us finally be placed
When the soil and vermin are all we can taste?
Do we slumber in vanity, display our worth
Or suit ourselves up in unpretentious girth?
Let us choose our death bed with precise expertise
And delight in the fact that we shall Rest In Peace!
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