The soul of the dead
Flushed out of reality
Dead souls crying in pain,
The ache of immortal agony.
Six feet below are un lived lives,
Dashed hopes and unfulfilled destinies
Live for today and hope for tomorrow
Die today and never see tomorrow
Hope never lives after the end
It survives through the beginning and
Suffers only at the end
Hope stays with life but is lost in death.
Life is for a moment but death is forever,
As the aftermath of a crowded history that has
Come to an abrupt end.
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