Death Mocks Life
The once empty lot is now filled,
filled with death that once lived,
death that once lived a dreadfull life,
a dreadfull life that was filled with hate, misery, and pain.
Hate, misery, and pain that carried on to the soul.
The soul now tosses and turns and can't find any peace.
No peace in the community that possesses many tenants who live peacefully.
Peacefully lives your neighbors while your soul haunts your grave.
Your grave is flowerless and so was your life.