Empty urns filled with stones.
Death turned to rubble.
It's a mortal landslide.
The dropping curtain on the final bow.
You have performed well.
That applause is all for you.
Roll over in your grave,
tuck yourself in.
It's the long sleep for you, sir.
That tombstone will glisten
in the summer sun.
Age ridded and tired,
once strong hands now weak.
And so cold.
All the world's a stage
so light it up.
Set that flood light reeling
and find the star.
How long can you hold that note?
See you at the after-party.
Everyone would love to meet you.
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