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Atop a quilt
beneath  an oak

gauze dress
a pillow.

Hair a muss
Scent of rye;

no camera
only memory.
Grandma may you continue resting in peace
Don't wish to wake up coz you will find this world in pieces
Dads are sleeping with their daughters
And mothers are twerking on their sons amid laughters
The grave is comfortable
Since our world has become unsuitable
Men falling in love with males
And their reunion chronicled like tales
The world you left has gone to hell
Their nothing positive in this rotten world to tell
Young girls aborting
High school kids burning and rioting
Mass killing all over the globe
Assasinations without probe
If you resurrect you would wish to die again
This world is run by a slogan of no pain no gain
Immorarity is on rise
And the mortal are doomed to pay the price
Just stay in the grave
This world is no longer for the brave
Technology has taken over
Governents have been thrown over
Blood is flowing in gallons
Convicts are waiting in gallows
Humanity has been compromised
The poor have atrocised
Don't get tired of lying there lifeless
The living are also dead they are life less
Selfish and proud
So hold your horses and stop wishing you were around

— The End —