A Song of End
Death is hell my dear
Lets enjoy the pleasure
In our treasure,
As our health we measure.
Lets sit and smile,
As we remember old times
Of our lives.
Death is inevitable my love
As hell is inevitable.
Lets sit at it table and dine
Away our time.
Lets bare our hearts
As we look back in nostalgia,
Remembering old times
As we make up for our past wrongs.
Yesterday is history my love,
Today is our own.
Lets live it all today like tomorrow
Will never come.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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