R.I.P

Through whom may the dead rest?
And whose lives will be taken?
Thou will rest in the darkest night
By god’s will, and holy right
Scatter my ash upon your dream
And embrace my death on the
Rapids of the stream

Live to now, and now to die
And mark my grave with
The sweetest word
Lie me down, to whom may
The dead be
And show me the true meaning
Of R.I.P
Mark the silence of our sleep
Let my soul be rested and deep

For what is behind death?
Shall we every know?
But it is when we die we see
What is right, and what is foe
So scatter my ash upon your dream
And don’t forget
To mark the letters of R.I.P
Upon my grave, and stream