Of all the climes my mind sought
Never, the grave had it brought forth
With days approaching, the end unknown
Bumper seeds of sin I have hugely sown
In its every damned step, another is cloned
Its blissful garden, like forever I roamed
Atid’s scribbles I can’t just atone
Yet my heart, never withered a stone
Deafening whispers of conscience I detest
Amazing glamour, I yell, indeed abound in this ‘’jest’’
Cry me a river,
And I would swim you a fish.
Relay me the prophet’s message
And I would play you its disc.
The truth I know
For the word is bitter
Caution at wind I throw
All I see is the world and its glitter
Withholding arms that to the poor should care
Yes, I’m rich; with smiles and words I am blessed
I whined as a baby and now ready to make someone whine
The pulpit I dare can’t touch; and together with adults dare not wine.
Yet ‘’heed’’ constantly the grave would call
That on me, death would beckon
But as the son of the midnight sun
I giggle- ‘’my day has only just begun’’
What a shame, I forgot that soon I’d be gone!
And the scrolls would be handed as the deal was done.