The green parks where the dead reside
With holy icons close beside
To ensure the living comfort there
Inspire stories told to scare.
In silence, living nature's wig
Feels cold like earth and worms who
dig.
Statues to keep fear at bay
Grow fearsome, sad in their decay.
Perhaps these sights, not the fear of
death
Are why the grave brings us unrest.
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