Epitaph
Here rests a man who lived on spirit
Essence, distilled from earthly grist
Liquor for a time, evaporating into ether
Just as a soul undergoes all the weather
Ash to earth, spirit to heaven.
To rest in oblivion ever. Amen
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Author:
arobot (
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Comments3
Short and sweet.
Amen! This was written to glory and the way you described life after death is so passionate and vivid. Bravo! 🌠💖
Well done, Short and to the point but well expressed!
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