Bury your dead

Bury your Dead
And let them sleep.
Pass on the mourners
And let them weep,
For their time has come
To forsake this Life,
To pass on their pains
And unending strife.
Bury your Dead,
Let them not be forgotten
Even when their corpse
Is rank and rotten
Though their physical self
May not be there,
Let their spirit
Fill the air.
Bury your Dead
For the time has now come
To prepare your soul
For a world gone numb,
For a Life full of hatred
And a universe of darkness;
For hearts full of sins;
For Death and its starkness.
Bury your Dead
For your time now draws near,
But there’s no need to fret
And no need to fear,
For this time comes
I everyone’s Life
When they, too,
Must pass on their strife.
Bury your Dead
And tell everyone goodbye,
For your day has now come
To lay where they lie.
Have you told those you love
The extent of how you care?
Have you let your beloved one know
That you’ll always be there?
Have you said all you needed to say?
Are you really ready to die?
Now that you’re lying here,
Can you really say goodbye?
You’ll never have another opportunity.
Death is the final straw.
There are no second chances;
This is Death’s highest law.
So before you become the Dead
That others must put away,
Make peace with your Life
And say what you have to say.
For your time has come
To forsake this Life,
To ease your pains
And end your strife.