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The time will come when I shall be dead,
And no words of comfort for me shall be said.
I shall die in a place that I barely knew.
Like a soldier abandoned on a battlefield.
My body could not ever be found,
But by those whose fate are equally bound.
There will be no casket, nor coffin, to close me in,
For nothing can hold a body who have committed so much sin.
There will be no funeral or memorial service,
No proof of my existence shall ever arise.
There will be no burial place for me,
For no human eyes my body should be seen,
My death would be a blessing to them all,
As winter return to haunt and leaves start to fall.
They will begin a new era of life,
While my body rotten in the memories.
And no words of comfort for me shall be said.
I shall die in a place that I barely knew.
Like a soldier abandoned on a battlefield.
My body could not ever be found,
But by those whose fate are equally bound.
There will be no casket, nor coffin, to close me in,
For nothing can hold a body who have committed so much sin.
There will be no funeral or memorial service,
No proof of my existence shall ever arise.
There will be no burial place for me,
For no human eyes my body should be seen,
My death would be a blessing to them all,
As winter return to haunt and leaves start to fall.
They will begin a new era of life,
While my body rotten in the memories.
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