Undertaker S Daughter
The magnificent visage of the moon shines on
Even if it is almost dawn
The music is playing with melancholic tone fallowing mc’s baton
Its late everyone wishes to go home not aware what they would spawn
The music is short and carless the air is muggy and it’s dark
Only loyal trees whisper in the park
The undertakers make a final ark
On the coffin there is no flag even if there should be two or any other mark
Next day undertakers’ daughter puts fresh flowers on the grave
They smell nice like oceans wave
There is no prayer for that soul would save
On the tombstone no engrave
But in the pupils of undertaker’s daughter so deep grave could fit in those
There are tears as on the grave she puts blood red rose
As she does that cold wind blows
Smelling like raging sea full of billows
Undertaker’s daughter don’t you dare weep for me
Only my mother and moon can do it you see
How dare you think you can control my destiny?
How dare you say deformed when addressing me?
Don’t bother me and take your flowers back they are a wreck
Or dead or not I’ll snap your neck
I don’t want you my grave to check
My soul is to make my own and per maximum trek
You have noting on my soul
And your paradox will not stop it from ascending to greatest hall
I will not be stopped by grave wall
You can fade away like mere autumn leaf that is about to fall
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2013
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