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MY GRANDPARENTS "WHAT CAN I SAY?"
THEY WERE BORN DECADES AGO AND LEFT THE NEXT DAY.
THEY'VE BOTH PASSED ON A LONG TIME AGO.
I WENT TO BOTH THEIR FUNERALS, THEY WERE QUITE A SHOW.
AMONG THE AUDIENCE WERE MY "BELOVED" DYSFUNCTIONAL FAMILY.
FAMILY I CHOSE TO ASSOCIATE MORE AS THE ENEMY.
THROUGH THE SOUND OF SNICKERS AND SICKENING VOICES,
THE HOLY PRIEST MADE HIS SPEECHES AND REJOICES.
DURING ALL THIS I THOUGHT"HOW DARE THEY RUIN THEIR AWAITED DAY!"
"COWARDS!"THEY SHOULD'VESPOKE LOUDER IF THEY HAD SOMETHING TO SAY.
BUT MY SELECTED SEGREGATED FAMILY KEPT OUR COOL.
WE WERE NOT ABOUT TO COME OUT PORTRAYING THE FOOL.
GOD'S WRATH OR DEVIL'S FURY,
LOVE OR HATE,
FIEND OR FRIEND,
THE REAL WORLD OR ONE THAT'S PURELY PRETEND.
WE ALL GET JUDGED IN THE END.