Written by 8:02 pm Musings

DEAD FLY!

maybe death is a passage to a lifw we can’t see

They are dead flies in my tea

what will I be if I taste the deep?

Fried eggs and being, don’t laugh at what you see

People will die of resting, praying or still

I will cry till my voice becomes steam

Maybe death is a passage to life we can’t see

Or maybe it’s a way to get even with God, ask him about how the world is such a mess, maybe a waste of time

Why Can’t we live each day expecting death? Why do we cry when people die?

Why do we even die?

Why do we go still in the middle of a meal, bath, road or laugh?

Why can’t death be honourable, like why should people choke to death?

Must be one hell of a bitch if you ask me

People should live in caves and trees and bushes and whatever…

I remember you have like I remember victor

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