By Ren WarrenOctober 2019 Submission of the Month!."Look at the casket," pleaded the corpse, who stood beside the mourners.
"Look at the coffin, empty and black," He said just outside the borders. "I am beside you, rotten, forgotten, not filling that empty grave." But nobody looked, and nobody heard the corpse go on his rave. "And, oh, what a waste!" Barked the corpse, who stood around the mourners. "To bury the coffin, empty and black," He said just outside the borders. "Call off the funeral, bleak and meek, with barley a soul to see!" But nobody looked and nobody listened. The corpse, again, he'd plea. "Look at my body!" pleaded the corpse, who stood far apart from the mourners. "Not so rotten, not so forgotten!" He said so far from the boarders. "I cannot live broken, unspoken, and gleefully feeding the crows!" But nobody saw, and nobody heard. To the grave the empty casket goes.
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