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When I'M Gone

Incinerate my corpse when I'm gone, It might sound weird but it's already decided alone, Prudent it is,when you offer my wish, Not to say,you're honouring my departures dish, Not to think you're paying homage to me as tribute, That time will I be conscious of not even a rebuilt, Regard this statements as folly, Jerk your hand against me wholly, Yesterday served the world a tasty and bitter plate of pancakes, We all ate together;everybody got filled as stake, Today really won't be exempted from pernicious days, Brought to me a strong and staunch fighters race, In spite of it not being gendered,it proved a sapient lesson, Offered me with a boxer's poison, Stood me at the front line to win, My fans cheered for a king, At a tender age,I was solidified with rebel regulations, "Yeah,...hero of our pride",they screamed in sections, But I don't think they wish to be in my shoes, Sniffles and tremble over rules, "Will you keep your face with so much wounds, Just because of cheers from fans?",my wife told me, Offers came in from tight plea, And wasn't able to refrain from them, At last,I lost everything;including my wife, "The end of a man is not defined by a fall", I always pick this statement as an analogy with confidence, Nothing was available to excite my child, Out of frustration,she sometimes makes me appear mild, Better days ahead of speech,I won back everything, Renewed home was established together with my daughter, Possibly,tried to hustle not each other for happiness, Her mum was not with us,and that kept our souls troubled, It was strong and sad step rumbled, We can talk about that later, If I don't talk about heavy rain falling around me, "Dad what else do we need aside this son of GOD ,called Jesus?", She will tell you all dealers, And memories will groan in wildness, Causing you to jump over an ocean with matches, Take off the gloves from my hands,and burn me into ashes, Because,I'm done with the fighter in a ring.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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