find wolves gnawing on your bones doves flying by your tomb where the grass is growing through your nose and the gravekeeper sprays you with a garden hose all those things you swore to do in the short years that you knew are carved upon a stone with a dozen words at most when the time came to exist and your lifes catalyst was borne unto your youth i hope you choose to live it through and through for when you rot under the ground and all of those around you hope that you are cozy in heavens fantasy and all that you will know at rest will be the mold that you become and all that you will know at rest will be the mold of your recycled soul find peace in whatever creed youre born into and breathe the fiction that it holds if it makes this life more whole and bearable but dont hold back from living here its all thats guaranteed the marvel of your being salvation comes from epic eulogies one more thing my dying friend in case this is the end ive loved you even though your faith it was a hoax all along love me even if to you my soul forever looms in hells immortal vault dont you know its not my fault 