My Death
"MY DEATH"
when it comes for me
there won't be a sound
but I'll know it when
it gets here because it
won't be here to take me
for the first time.
I met Death the day Eddie
and Robert were taken.
I was brought back to
father Addis and after
all three of my boys
become one, Death will
come and claim what has
belonged to him all along.
then we will drink our
Pacifics and listen to
the classical elegance
from our favorite
composers.
By: Chicano Eddie
7-11-2016
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