Lifeless corpse, resting in peace
Once lover, once loved, now deceased
Laid to rest for eternity
Bereaved by those whom mournfully grieve
Death awaits,
I can hear it call
It’s your fate,
It comes for us all
Gazing upon the embalmed-yellow face
Whose waxen figure rests still in place
I catch the odor of formaldehyde
Reminding me who is dead, was once alive
Death awaits,
I can hear it call
It’s your fate,
It comes for us all

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