Not you alone, in this hurtful game
Who leave this realm, without a name!
Soul’s no shirt, that you, hung out to dry
Requiems are sweet, which deaths defy
So, Write A Rhyme When You Want To Die!
Life’s never souvenir, of pleasantries
But a relic for death, that fate foresees
Was pain ever meant, to meet one’s eye?
It’s the ode of hearts, minds glorify
Just, Write A Rhyme When You Want To Die!
What’s over yet, neither you, nor me
When a million trickeries, out there, left to see
Man spends life’s truths, life spends man’s lie
No psalms truer than, which myths belie
Care to, Write A Rhyme When You Want To Die!
A fist can’t hold, more than, man’s death
To borrowed time, beholden each breath
But words live on, beyond a curse, sworn by
Life’s songs, dare on, death’s lullaby
Won’t you,Write A Rhyme…
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