Until The Seventh Day
A Dead Poem
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Vital signs are gone
It does not matter anymore
Eyes close to a sick world
Start the ritual
A useless prayer to comfort you
Close the lid of the funeral transport
Take me to the garden of lit candles
Walk, walk
Tears and lamentations
False memories
Of a prosperous life
Matter is dead
Continue the ritual
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Another useless prayer
Before the lime shovel
Until
The seventh day
Tears and lamentations
Matter is dead
Tears and lamentations
Death of dreams
Tears and lamentation
End the ritual
Tears and lamentation
Until the seventh day