The mourners go out
To the streets
And view the dead man
Rising from
An age-old casket,
With tears
And sacred fears
Above their heads.
Truly, the dead
Has bitter feats
Of trying to live again
While mourners
Claim their rites
Of pacifying themselves...
Dying
Their lives away.
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