On how i want to be remembered,
Honestly i do not know,
But when i kick the bucket,
I'd imagine on how I would go.
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Embracing Death
On how i want to be remembered,
Honestly i do not know,
But when i kick the bucket,
I'd imagine on how I would go.
Would it be death by fire?
So the flame could scorch my skin,
Or would it be by ice?
To soften the blow within.
In the end this does not matter,
Death will take his course,
All that counts is not regrets,
On a path of no remorse.