Why

Why do you mourn over your dead? Haven't you heard my words of blunt dread? They are gone forever. Your memories with them are gone and will not return ever. Spend your days crying and lying to yourself, or you can get over yourself and save your tears for later, put your memories away and on the shelf. Can't you understand? You can't do anything in this hell of a life, in this land. Be the sand or be the rock, people are like animals, doesn't matter if they have a soul they die because their destiny is locked. Beheaded criminals, dead priests, lifeless beasts, old pets and your regrets, they all die away. In the end, it doesn't depend, if you are good or not 'cause your soul's been sold and bought. Why mourn over the lost war heroes, they died 'cause they were zeroes, everything has a reason, even, death. Why, why, do you cry in church, 'cause your husband is gone and they called off the search. So what? Don't tell me I should keep my mouth shut, my lips are loose, for the the truths, to be told. You're gonna get old some day boy, then you'll pass away, and die a little on the inside every passing day. And that's the reason why, I will not lie.