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the blood
the souro
the bitter smell of tears
the screams of a mother and father in pain
the ringing bells near by
the bundle raped in white in the center of the chaple
and the sweet smell of flowers as they lay there love ones to rest

You ask me what this is
a funeral i tell you but
you feel like your starying from a distance
i tell you that this is what you have cased.
i tell you that this is your funeral
at that my friend is the sound of death.