Dig A Hole, Part 3

We create our own dust,
Expend our Time polishing;
We create our own monsters,
Dig caves for imprisoning;
Made spaces for bars
Instead of forgiving.

At Death’s door
I’d implore you all
To consider the living.
There isn’t much time
To wait for dead rhymes
Instead of the giving.

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