To the dead this poem I write,
I know now your'll at peace,
Your'll fought a good fight,
Some of your'll came for a purpose!
Some came just for the night,
But! all is gone,
Now your'll in the eternal light.
On this wicked earth your'll led a beautiful life,
No poison could penetrate you not even the enemy's knife!
For god protected all of your'll throughout the way,
Filled your lives with surprises each and every day,
On your death beds when did lay,
Prayers of forgiveness did your'll say,
For now your'll know that life was worth,
Live'th full! ! Cared not of this dearth,
Your'll went in peace,
Your bodies rot! !
But! Wait; Forever your'll be in thought!
At last! ! Peace attained,
A good fight fought!
Deeds your'll have done
Your'll live,
Your'll live...
Your'll are not the setting sun! !
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