With their joyful laugh and their sickly-sweet smile,
The humans in this world are truly so vile,
With their fakes tears and mournful regret,
They never know true lifes debt,
They have never seen people around them die,
But at every night someone seems to cry,
Yet we all have seen true loves sorrow,
The fear that we will never see tomorrow,
They may be afraid of death,
Regretting each and every breath,
But in reality they find false flaws,
Unneeded and chose by silent applause,
But in the end they die all the same,
Either of old age or giving someone else the blame,
They are buried in a coffin - a black wooden box,
The thing that we sleep in, beneath the dirt and the rocks,
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