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Morbid, so morbid is what
they would say,
After I tell them what I do each day,
Needful, so needful the things that I do,
Some keep on living while others are through.
Burying, burying those
who decease,
Down in the ground where they're resting in peace,
Dignity, dignity as we observe,
Though life has ended, respect they deserve.
Silent, so silent,
their voices are past,
No longer living, their futures are cast,
Energy, energy, showing the way,
Spirits are moving though bodies decay.
Rising, they're
rising to meet God above,
There in Eternity showing His love,
Happy, so happy is how they will be,
Gone is life's bondage and now they are free.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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