Do not trespass
This land is for the dead
You came here to mourn
A flower to your chest
A tear in your eyes
Mourning those you loved to hate.
Here lies those bodies
Who are breathing silently
Crying over their woes,
Angels watching and laughing
At those who didn't keep
To the routes.
You in your solemn steps
Know the tracks
Else someone comes,
Dash you a tear and a flower
Or gather your deeds
Into a sack of sins.
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