WHEN I DIED. My death, oh sweet death A journey to a new breath Where fantasy erodes pain To ignite an eternal fire of reign. While alive i was gaged Sealed on the mouth and draged Fed with phobia of consequence To dance on rythmical sequence. Very sour and salty Nice but faulty A sore on the feet Which impedes free pace for feat. In the cause Heavily i curse Men in the plot That arreange the slot. What a home settled on bed With indications written in red Flowing from neck to book Like a a flood like brook. Genesis of my existence relieves And advent of interloper deceives This propels the crusade for death But it is not time to lay wreath. Sooner, on womans lap a reason Changing the atmospheric season A treason totally frozen For the rebirth of felony in dozen. After the high order One looks one another A burial is arranged en mass At forthnight to christmas. A new yam canvasses a festival Celebrating the dead in carnival This is a mere obituary Coloured like a statutory. Now in death, i command Discharging series of contraband Uprising becomes my peace And all whole lay in piece. Hegemony counts betrayals Ranging in the order of judas Knowing all our love and tears Determined by the spining coins. In this sheol i see Generations like sea Muffled in lake of tears But are just a fragmnet like tares. The living, the dead Two parralel friends like foe Time makes the end to meet When you will be like me.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 16:25:00 +0000
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