Death and Age Will Regret Their Actions
We've known since age five,
And since then, we are our records
You wish to die first, for me to live,
I know you are fragile and afraid,
What next? what next? if I am gone,
Your secret mesmerise formulates,
You said it on, on, and on;
But please forgive me if I die first,
If you read this before I am dead,
Pretend you didn't read it yourself;
And it wasn't for you until the end,
As we never lied to ourselves.
Wash the silent me, with care;
make others wish they were dead,
observed and whisper in my ear,
Your worst innermost dread.
I would have taken your worries,
That place would never be unknown spot,
Thy Land of no return and no mercies,
I would have gotten the shortcut
They would wish they never deceived,
Death, and age, will regret their actions,
Instead of mourning yourself, revived;
And put yourself off emotions
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