My Death - Poem by ken hietaLa
My death is coming I hear the beat of the drum my death is coming here the wicked one hmm my death is tonight tomorrow or maybe next year my death is coming lead me your ear does one life matter so much what u do to save me god by the devil and embrace his touch lust hate it all can not wait my death is the point I do not care I wish it where near to live as a torture soul is a pain no one should have to know I paying for what I did wrong I hear the devil see his song you might think you know me we might get along but with my death u sing happy song I do not belong my death is coming I have to wait to dame long I look devil as he sings his song my death needs to come the drum beatings hmm my death is coming party on for when I die my truth self and the wretched song will be sung
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