The Mass

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Candle sticks glowing in the dark

fiery flames flickering in the dark

the cold sweeping thru the room

a reminder

a harsh reminder that

you are gone.

the drapings sway in the wind

the air smells of a message

from the messengers of death

bidding us farewell.

you now belong

you belong to the yonder world

and we tender earthlings

must understand

that it is a journey

The way that all Men must travel

Fare thee well...young sojourner.

Fare Thee Well.

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