Don't mourn my brethren
in effect you must rejoice
The cause of contention
lies silenced forever voice
Futile is moving penance
it's just a transitory phase
When hated my presence
then why play up of praise
Worthy never deemed living
now made out as paradigm
Forever in past castigated
denying vivacity of my time
If this what the deal serves
I feel lot better of removed
Where upright my intent
stood always disapproved
Duplicitous societal facets
never once cease to amaze
The living they try to bury
and dead from grave raise
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