You would be extremely mean
To be seen
You come out the physical
Enter the spiritual
Know, for you, their is a funeral ceremony
You hear music from the church, with great harmony
On what's going on at your funeral,
you do spy
But yet you wonder why
After you die
At your funeral,about you people have to lie
The fact that your gone gives most people bliss
There is barely anyone there, that you,they miss
Then seeing all of that, is like your heart
Is torn apart
It's like your heart was struck with a knife
Your are regretful, for having such a horrible life
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