The Last Epistle
Don't be in sorrow
When i'm gone
But think of tomorrow
And beloved remaining ones
The road to the grave
Is that to be saved
So add not your pain
Because your tears are in vain
I'm going far above
To he who takes away grief
And replaces it with love
In him i believe
There, there is no acrimony
As there are no foes
Everything is in perfect harmony
And there are no woes
So don't be in sorrow
When when my remains are bones
But rather think of tomorrow
And those who are not yet gone
poem by Fuhnwi Jarvis
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