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| NOT a CADAVER, just super STRESS |
One night, as I was coming home, A strong rain overtook me.
I ran for shelter to the nearest tomb, that one near the road, belonging to a dead millionaire. It was so beautiful. It looked more like a palace than a place for a dead. It had thick marble walls and a roof and festive lights. Inside it was a dead body in a coffin. It was dry in the rain and comfortable even in death.
Why should that dead merchant have marble walls and a roof to protect him from the rain, while I was outside, soaked to the bone and shivering, waiting to go home, to a dark, dank place, with a cardboard roof that leaks even in the lightest rain!
Why?
He’s dead and I’m alive! I have more right to the things wasted on him, don’t you think so? Don’t you think we need thick walls more than the dead?
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