DeathA Poem by ur_ginger_girlDeath By Abby Lent
Death is sad to preps its bad familys grieving they'll soon be leaveing all this sadness looms this dryness in the air we stair at the dead as they rest there head in a coffin see relatives cryin he died at the hospital he was so little why did he have to die so young i cant help but cry its so morbid how he died taken from his mothers arms slaughterd as she cried to the morgue to the funeral parlor we hear the crying of the pol barrer its the little boys dad he's so sad to the hurse he will go then to the cemetary his bod the grave digger will barrie.
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