SABBATH

May we all rise for this occasion The last of your kind's sad persuasion Everything that goes wrong will Lives are crawling ants on hills One by one the eulogies come Written by loved ones and spoken in tongues Give me acceptances lend me your pain Pray in your dreams and so I became You paved your good intentions I get buried underneath A tomb of my own apathy Yet there's no relief What'd be left of me My duty left unsung If I were to die right now Would it make me forever young