Memorial Business Scams

Everything seems calm, the silence
Is stopped by wind and the noise of the leaf

You can't feel the worts smell
That exudes under the grass

In decomposing bodies
(Bones are dried at home)

Only the name of the time
Who can know it's history
It's secrets, if had undone as smoke

You now below those that this has always been
On top of the money not from free

Now without walking
Return to the dark path
And you feel regret
Rejected and lonely

Which you can free
Of condenation

If you sold for so little yourself
And your business don't exculpate your worth it...