Death, is understandable
Can't blame it on the sun,
Neither can it be on the rain,
Nor on the moon
Death, is but the necessary end.
All function for a reason,
Each at its best in its season
Before your delivery, Paulinus,
This day had been set aside;
Set aside for you,
To end your mission here on earth.
Set aside with all necessities,
Of days, months and years;
You're delivered today; Death to you now is freedom.
Death is inevitable,
None has stopped it yet, Not even the medics
And the prayer warriors,
Death is the satire of man and ambitions.
It comes and leaves with whoever it wants.
Your absence is deeply felt.
One of the biggest seats around the family table
Is empty. One of the chairs Is now filled with dust.
We love you Paulinus,
The battlefront misses you, I suppose the afterlife is good?
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