Day to day we thrive among the dead
Never seeing or hearing them
Never knowing what they might have said
They lie and rot in their cold dark graves
While we fight and argue
Shouting "Jesus Saves!"
No one listens to the dead
Mankind's time is one to forget
It is nothing but lonely and red
So pray for the dead tonight as you sleep
For those words you sent today
May comfort you when you weep
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