For God's sake,
No more Lamentations,
No more false advertising
Of the Dead.
He isn't Dead for all those deceiving
Merit certificates of yours.
Nor does he want to go ROFL
By your growlings.
(If you can, shooe away those flies
Hovering around him).
The soul is waiting for its departure
I could see him Hurry burrying,
Rolling his eyes (oh what the Hell).
Let him sleep peacefully, Lady.
Really You all should take the
Word RIP seriously.
It says Peace , my dear.
Please don't make the dead
To swear at his own body.
(This is For the Dead.
By the next wannabe.)
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