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Motionless body, laying underground,
Rotting away for all year round.
The coffin breaks open eventually,
Maggots going for the food that's free.
Bodies decomposing back to earth,
Going back to nothing before our birth.
Everything returning from where it came,
Even though this happens things stay the same.
Giving birth, living life, and also dying,
And after a long time there's nobody crying.
This is my poetry for the dead,
I've done all i can in what i said.
The rhyming game ends right here and now,
Let the dead rest in peace, sleep and sound.
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