What is the meaning of life
Does anyone actually know
Can no one tell you how long you have
Or why time's going so slow
When you leave this world behind
What happens to you then
Is your life completly over
Or do you live again
When you're laying in that wooden box
And your body's cold and grey
You find that death has paid you a visit
And taken your soul away
As the nails in the coffin begin to rot
And you're laying there all alone
The maggots have eaten at your flesh
So all that's left is bone
A gravestone full of beautiful words
Always being read
Because everyone is still there for you
Even though you're dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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