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He lies in forgetfulness

The skin old and withered

Recline in uneventfulness

The end is a mockery

Keep reminiscing of chances that passed by

With admirable sternness the body will not die

The allure of heaven was never meant for him

Don’t falter, keep your honour

He will never give in

He lies in wickedness

His life ends in torture

Dementia and solitude

Sedate the mind for his own good

Imprisoned in dysfunction

Can’t escape the horror

Limping on on borrowed time

Enduring the slow decline

Old hatreds for all these years stay strong

You can’t deny the grave’s where you belong

A false internment

The closest have long gone

Die alone

You brought this upon yourself

Yourself

A failed experiment that no one could predict

Failure to procreate is probably for the best

So unsure where we must bury

We’ll see if nature wants him back

The allure of heaven

Was never meant for him

Don’t falter, keep your honour

He will never give in

He lies in wickedness

His life ends in torture

Dementia and solitude

Sedate the mind for his own good

Imprisoned in dysfunction

Can’t escape the horror

Limping on, on borrowed time

Enjoy your slow decline