Graveyards are the most eerie of places.
At night they make for uncomfortable walks.
Your mind plays tricks, you think you see faces.
Each and every dirty gray headstone talks.
Displaying epitaphs, pleading cases-
unto the living world that Death still stalks.
He brings us all here, as it is its quest,
And underneath new headstones we will rest.
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