poetictwenty:
If tomorrow should come with the last of my breath,
And my body sleeps in its cushioned coffin;
Please, dont disturb my peaceful rest
With your scripted crys and crocodile tears.

Don't blame the sky's and he that lives in it;
Or wish I have more days to live.
For life was just a beautiful lies
And death: A painfull Truth.
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Don't gather together breaking sorrowful breads
With ice creamed pains like a bereaved family;
In my days on Earth there was none to call family.
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Don't burn your pockets trying to hold burial for me.
Rather return my body to where it came from;
to the soil In the middle of nowhere.
For that we make it easier for you to forget me,
Same way you did when your money could have bought me a better life.
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Don't go burning candles
hoping it will light my path to heaven;
It will only light the candles of hatred in my heart
And darken the narrow path that leads to the court of judgement.
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Don't write sugary lies about my existence
Cause I won't read it.
Or word Praises on my deeds on Earth
Because it won't affect the judgment of the gods.
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Don't write my name on my grave
Cause I'll rather return nameless to my creator like I came;
Without having this name stained with sorrow,pain and scars.
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Don't bother reading my will
Cause I'll leave everything behind for kids like me:
with surnames but none to call family.
ohuche Joseph ogbonna.
Acknowledgement (Daniel Israel)