At times, Leaving seems frustrating, When you leave with a bad liver. A liver lives to leave again, But living is never a remedy for a bad leaver. If livers were to be a leaf, Leavers will pluck to live again. If life worth leaving for, Then, we live with a bad liver of our kind. On earth of poisoned heart, We cease to live, For we live to seize life in our palms. We leave to cease to live and leave. Is life worth ceasing? Only Caesar sees answers to this. If life is worth ceasing, Bury me for hundred days above the soil.