Insincere words have a lot of potential of making stomachs turn.
People die. They go away, leaving behind a bunch of sobbing people who mourn and wear black and white clothes depending on their personal preference. Some people write longwinded obituaries, about how their lives will never be the same.
Some dramatic members of the society beat their chests and scream out things about how God has been unkind to them. Some learned men repeat over and over again about a Divine Plan and how He calls his loved ones to be with him.
Insincere words reduce everything to half its worth. They make people hold their breath, like one does when walking past the garbage truck.
The dying world doesn’t need yet another fake mourner who rehearsed his grief while he put on his tie.
People die. They go away, leaving behind a bunch of sobbing people who mourn and wear black and white clothes depending on their personal preference. Some people write longwinded obituaries, about how their lives will never be the same.
Some dramatic members of the society beat their chests and scream out things about how God has been unkind to them. Some learned men repeat over and over again about a Divine Plan and how He calls his loved ones to be with him.
Insincere words reduce everything to half its worth. They make people hold their breath, like one does when walking past the garbage truck.
The dying world doesn’t need yet another fake mourner who rehearsed his grief while he put on his tie.
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