947: After My Death! Poem by Catastrophe KING
947: After My Death!
Rating: ★5.0
Oh! Do not feel sorry when I would go to meet my maker;
I could be a content soul, just mocking the soul-stealer!
Do not say goodbye, when I would lie still on the pyre;
I may just surround me with some forged flames of fire!
Do not garland my picture and do not wail my dearth;
Had been an aimless dart, just faking a golden rebirth!
Monday, January 21, 2008
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5/11/2024 6:30:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I dont like this poem....so sad this is...