Don't joke about the horror,
Which stains ones wrists or thighs.
Don't joke about the obsceness,
That takes over a clouded mind.
Don't joke about the attitude,
That one might often possess.
And don't joke about the quietness,
Of a heart finally put to rest.
(t.r)
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