There can be dignity in death, if chosen with care,
Or to live if that’s part of the plan,
Shine through atrocity committed as much as you dare,
Head held high, to a woman or man,
It will come to us all so they say in the end,
Just to know it can fill you with worry,
Plan for health, wealth and happiness, on all we depend,
Make the Reaper tell all of your story,
For to live a bad life is the key to full ruin,
And a sad lonely life with no meaning,
Coming out of the woodwork, with a hatred still brewing,
Understanding the futility of dreaming,
When the time has arrived, off this coil we must shuffle,
All alone as the day we were born,
Secure that those in the know, that have lived with our struggle,
And those left behind judged sincerely to mourn.
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