Tell us, how many died

 Talk about the dead

Come on, talk about them

Scared of death, are you?

Liars.

You don’t seem scared at all

In fact, your leery eyes as they peer into the edges of death say quite a different tale

Lusting after death, are you?

And sure the ravaged bodies of the poor 

Are not glamorous enough to satisfy your lust. 

Well, have I got news for you?

I do.

We do not want to go into the world of necrophilia with you,

We are mourning our dead.

Thank you. 

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Talk about the dead

Come on, talk about them

Scared of death, are you?

Ha! 

You didn’t seem scared at all

In fact, your face glowed in the funeral pyre and your hands trembled with uncontrollable joy after the act of murder. 

I know you remember that death comes to all

Your shifty eyes reveal the truth.

Shifty.

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