Everyday people live us here on earth
To join the underworld through death
Those on earth
Begin to mourn them
And in a bid to say farewell
Wish they could rest well
But is RIP Enough?
Can it give them rest at all?
Will the wicked find rest?
Will murders find rest?
Will philanderers find rest?
Will thieves find rest?
If the worse can find rest,
Then the best in the Lord shall rest.
RIP is just a word
Your deeds walk the talk
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