Pay Last Respect

CHORUS:

How much does it cost, 
   to pay your last Respect?,
Is it more or less than the first, 
   or 'Out of Stock' no Select?

What happened to the Love, 
   for 'Loved Ones' Deceased, 
& the Grief Pay to Purchase,
   the last breath Released? 

If it's not Tangible, 
   Is it Paid in Full?, 
No receipt record proof, 
    trapped in a memory Pull.

*Verse*

Every Funeral Service, 
   becomes a Family Reunion, 
Last Rites, Fights & Frights, 
   The Communion Dissolution. 

From Pains and Sorrows,
   to sharp piercing Hurt, 
What’s the price range Amount, 
   for the body in the Dirt.

How can we live in Peace, 
   if that's how they Rest, 
The mind pondering thought, 
   is did we do our Best. 

To show love genuine,
   the true dare Line,
Would we pay for the stay, 
   to buy back the Time. 

And if it was For Sale,
   some say it's Cheap,
Will your income be enough, 
   or is the Weep to Steep.

CHORUS:

*Verse*

To the 'Dearly Departed',
   we have many words to Say, 
Communication is severed,
   At the marked time D. O. A.

The Relevance of speech, 
   is heard in body Language, 
From the Voices of Choices, 
   in the bulk of Anguish.

Past Memories Bombard, 
   clashing Minds of the Living,
So in the Course of Remorse, 
   no Ribbons for Giving. 

In the Festivities, 
   we call a Celebration, 
Sadness tightens its Grasp,
   at the Repass Coronation. 

In unconscious Realms 
   no Confrontations, 
Reality’s Battles are,
   in the Wake of Relations. 

We should give Flowers,
   while the Fragrance is Smelt,
When they eyes close up,
   only tears are Dealt.

So tell me:

CHORUS:

3.
They say the Hearse is,
   a Limousine for the Dead,
Carried in and out by six,
   laying in a Casket Bed.

Chauffeured around, 
   no knowledge of the Ride, 
& can't even feel the love, 
   from the ones by their Side.

There's no waking up, 
   from the Eternal Sleep, 
Until they stand before God
   at the judgement seat Reap.

 You can Plead and Plead,
   but in the ground goes a Seed,
Watered by the Tears and Cries,
   from many hearts that Bleed.

Nothing grows from those,
   even if Fertilizer is Used,
Only pushing up Daisies,
   as the unknown Shoes.

Because in the Solitude, 
   of the solitarily Confined, 
The home going’s an Expression, 
   of which we can't Rewind. 

In the Funeral Procession, 
   as they march in Succession, 
At the Ashes to Dust Proclamation,
   what's the attested Confession. 

If Time Spent is the Purpose, 
   in the Financial Purchase, 
Where's the Graveyard A T M,
   to withdraw 'em to the Surface. 

But if the Checks & Balances, 
   return as overdrawn N S F,
In the cutoff disconnect overdue, 
   how can you:

   PAY YOUR LAST RESPECT……

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