Deep down the ground i saw him go
People screaming and rattling like the thunderstorm
But down he goes
Not even the blood-like tears could bring him back
Looking through the cubic shaped casket
This will be everyone someday
Lamentations over lamentations
Attestations over attestations
And Oh God! I couldn’t still get any sane revelation
It wouldn’t bring him back anyways
Six feets i saw him go
To the dust i could see him go
From the dust we were made and to dust we shall return
For it has come that very moment
That all that was made becomes same
It’s a great moment
It’s a moment you should anticipate and never debate
’cause it’s a moment void of breath
It’s DEATH.