Death died a gruesome death, following the funeral of fear.
Funeral of fear, funeral of fear.
Death died slowly, worms kissed him and his body stank
His body stank, his body stank
Death died, in shame in torture he was raped
he was raped, he was raped
Death died the death of a fat whore
a fat whore , a fat whore
Death died all by himself, no one cried
no one cried, no none cried
Death died a dead death I was at his funeral
at his funeral, at his funeral
Death died, and lay shriveled in his coffin
in his coffin, in his coffin
Death died, I was there, only me
only me, only me
Death died, I miss him, I cry
I cry, I cry
Death died, death died, my beloved death, he died.
And I am alone, am alone, alone...
Profound. Makes me think of mortality and morality all in one.
ReplyDeleteWell, was that sarcasm?.. cos this poem is a result of my extreme boredom. I wouldn't attach much literary merit to it. Apart from the rhythm perhaps. If you started singing it that is.
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