Sonnet: The Cemetery

My father's blood is coursing through my veins; His virtuous life goads me do greater things; His condescension in my heart too reigns; I want to join his band of great earthlings. The man of conscience is edifice; The man who's duty-bound is praise-worthy; The liar lolls in his own artifice; Remaining unsightly to God-earthy. The grave is just an outward show of men! But lies within it, Truth, untruth, buried; Let sanctity remain; Lets say, 'AMEN'; When earth grows weeds, how long can one unweed? Let practice stay second to doing deeds; The soil matters, equally falling seeds.