Why love when one is dead?
Oh take me out of this cascade
The grave wont miss me
Or cry foul play
For l would want to go and peep
And see why the world is so much in love
With a person without breath
Just permit me
For l won't be long
Why should the feed for maggots
Be so craved for ?
In tears , mourning and lamentation
Even if we desire death to be loved
Dead man know nothing
To would then does the love so scattered at cemeteries go to?
Let's stop this drama and love fellows that live
Than to squeeze it on a dead man
If they were to resurrect to life
Shame would be our portion
For we never loved them they lived!
Alas !!! # Loving the living
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