Words To Inherit

What if tomorrow for me never comes And all these writings become worth sums Published in articles for poetry slams By a child who rose from the filthy slums? In a closed evil world without worry I will sleep safe and still With my mouth sealed by the Almighty's will Not my will at all If tomorrow for me never comes Then I will have left you this precious piece When my soul shall finally surrender to eternity Where will my words find rest? In my empty carcass under the grave Or in halls for competions and fame? Put me down gently in my solitude nest Grass will grow and wash away those memories Tears will flow and make you spread this piece Laugh away those ugly sorrows When I pass like a cigar blown away by the flames of wind I leave you nothing but this words to inherit