III

Born of your namesake
Seed of your life
Fleeting is your hope
I live to see you die
Suffer as I have suffered
Mourn as I have mourned
A child's loss
A mother weeps
Lifeless your body still
Peaceful I soon to feel
Preacher reads his eulogy
Loved ones come to share
I alone have no words to spare
Your life is gone I do not fucking care
I've waited my life to see you laying there
And still nothing makes me happy
Rot in the piss and dirt