That guides us til we die.
We are all born forced to cry
And end in gasping breath.
So rare is that death embrace
That leaves a smile on the pallid face,
So rare the fortune and grace
To die at peace in a quiet place.
All too often we have seen
How death makes men writhe and scream.
All too often we enjoy
Spectacles that maim and destroy.
No matter the noise, no matter the stillness
We can be sure that death is good business.
Whether we die crying or die laughing,
Our faces will hide inside beautiful coffins.
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