Grave Matters — Praying for Eyebrowz

If in death I succumb to the depths of a cold, dark grave, my dear, Heart stalled permanently; no sights to see, nor sounds to hear, Then why waste time on costly coffin accoutrement? My nakedness will not offend worms in search of nutrients. Why sing songs, most mournful dirges to send me on my […]

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