Be gone, Begone!

Preach over the bones of the dead,
Literal or metaphorical,
Weep, howl, or curse,
There won’t be a retaliation anymore,
None at all,
Isn’t that what you’ve yearned for,
For so long,
May what you preach
And never follow,
Rot, as my bones do,
Like my soul did,
While I could still tickle walk

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