I’ll be happy…
I wake each day until I wake no more,
I hope to not have made a lot of sins
My time on earth is finite, hear me roar
I cannot wipe dire deeds with napkins
I wait each day for death to visit me
converging me and earth, to make us one
hopefully by then my sight is blurry
For I don’t want to see death’s face undone.
But to be afraid is not an option
So I shall live as if I have no fear
Saying goodbye, adios to tension
Even if I’m sent to hell, let it sear.
And if my life is lived with no regrets
Then I’ll be content to leave my assets
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