The Sinner’s Funeral

An old floor creaks,
No one cries,
In the casket
A stranger lies.

A fetid odor
Hangs within,
A former life
Wrought with sin.

A cold hand,
Stiff and white,
Staged expression,
A ghastly sight.

Dressed in black,
An empty look.
A sinner’s life
Someone took.

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