Only when they pass away, That is The rich and the poor Become equal in everything, but Inside these dark tombs and Not outside them Simply because death brings All people to these equal terms... Outside these tombs, There might be decorated and ornamented tombs anytime Because it depends if A person is rich or poor, In these tombs, We are equal with what we have, That is Our good deeds or our bad deeds anytime... When we pass away we take only These pretty treasures that are Our good deeds or We take these ugly good deeds... We are all human beings who come to that equality Only inside our dark tombs... ______________________________________________________________________
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