Nondemonial pyre fueled by death.
Say good-bye in bulk to fathers, mothers,
neighbors, death. Finally, a funeral done right.
Forget choosing rite passage, throw right
down, period. We get rid of death
from our sight one more day or longer. This mother
of all funerals, it took a motherlode
to teach us how a funeral is done right.
Forget loved ones. Your target is death.
Death gone for good someday. Payback's a mother.
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