LIVING TO DIE I THE TRANCE; Life is about going to the finishing line When we are there, our soul is broken We then hear voices as sour as lime We longer give people token THE PROTEST; Never shout at me, make me bright What’s the point, I heard you are booked This is the last time and moment You will hurt me because of where I stood Am dying slowly, my skin is turning into tint You and I will one day die and never be evoked Not yet at the finishing lane, waiting for the day Come and walk with me because I had a fall THE END; This is the last time, I will be vainly happy When luck is not enough, am living to die for gaol LIVING TO DIE II At the end of the hell, we wish to be in paradise. Through many tribulations and pains all around, Life finally cast its dice of disease. And as culture will have it, we go to the ground. Before I go to the ground, I met Neil I was so into wishing she will stay But then she turned into the devil And turned me into a wasteful hay Bedridden by age, I finally have to let go But my heart wishing for a finally stopover Within my heart, knowing very well it’s a no-no But when we are living to die, death is a coercer #Spoken_word: hulkshare/kkvhg0zdowzk
Posted on: Mon, 01 Jul 2013 11:09:08 +0000
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