FUNERAL SPICE

. Barks of the dog await suspicion, Whistle blowing wakes the dead spirit, Coffin is a symbol of death, emerge and let the mourners flow along. . Let the rocket springs, singing and rocking the message of her death, Of the wools in her nostril and ears, For they've come in black attires, Summorn the odds to have their brand. . Tell the stars they are not invited, Ensnare the sun and release the moon, for a dark atmosphere will fit the day. Rusticate the ocean and erradicate the woods to have an open space. Dry all seas and springs but let the wells be to aid in lines. . Despise the friends and foes, And still show them love, For who is who, we never know. . Celebration of her death i will do, like the emergence of a new birth. . Oh 'er LOVE, The obvious part of your odds is known, For love appears to be the strongest thing, Mistake have made, for loneliness lies ahead. . R.I.P my love, Phases of love will sure comnence, For through it your memory i had again, Which is a chance to celebrate you once more. . Adieu, my lovelife. . TEE-THOMAS Fearless Lines