When the vehicle death comesand my last respect is paidby the ones my mortal call family and friendsbefore my mortality returns to dust Tell my mortal half not to crytell my seeds not to cryfor i am gone for a second waitinga waiting for the promised second coming Let my ink and sheets be laid on mefor a record of my immortal lifelet my honey not be given to dust, but to living dustfor my spirit shall only ink his journey Let the eyes rain not be seen on living dustfor i have completed my journey of the dustbut may my muted spoken voice be read to allfor it is my willing to the living dust. 


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