Resurrection
Screw my father
that I never knew.
If you take the blame
screw you, too.
Help my family
my Mom, Grandparents, and my Brother.
Let them live happily,
and get along with one another.
When I leave
I hope people will will remember me.
I will believe.
Screw everyone who disagrees.
Let God rise
and let him take his final prize.
Let him free this earth from crime and lies.
If someone dies
I just hope someone cries.
I hope we all grow old
not cold,
survive
till we are ninety five.
If you're still alive
Will you remember me?
Will I be in you're memory?
Let the kids
who used to beat me up
in the street
Kiss me
from my head
to my feet.
When they die and go to hell,
and start to bleed.
Baptize me in their blood
cure other people with their love
this rhyme will start a flood.
Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2016
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