Of all the life…

Of all the life that left us to the dust
That busted out and left us in a fuss
Inside a casket down or then combust
My trust has gone, deaths’ wind will always gust

Of all the life that left us fewer thus
Of foolish means or dreams easily bust
Those hearts of gold turn easily to rust
The art of death is sad and quite unjust

Of all the lives that life they couldn’t suss
Still sacred are the lives to life adjust
Still for their lives return still we will lust
When Idols dwell on earth in all of us

So easily these means we all can cuss
Of all the life the strife live on you must…

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