The end of the line

a garden of bodies

souls laid to rest

a place of history

of happy memories

a foggy window

to the other side.

Those dead to us,

maybe looking back,

perhaps looking forward?

To the unknown

infinite worlds

each time we pass through,

a piece of us stays behind.

Those of the past, living full new lives,

untouched pie.

All these rules,

laws, crimes, pain,

sickness, sorrow-

all will be trivial

in the graveyard.

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