Through my anguish,
I speak the dead's language,
and move without meaning,
in the eyes of the living being,
who can not recognize,
the laws of the soul that applies,
but instead only have a theory,
of what becomes of a person after they bury,
them deep into the ground,
but no living person has found,
the answer of what it is they seek,
and all answers given are left with a critique,
but they millions of dead souls,
tell me the secrets you wish to know,
and all that becomes of one after life,
and death becomes your wife,
but I shall not tell,
but let this keep you in a cell,
locked up in mystery,
until the end of history.
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