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I once met a spirit,
Of a man who was dead,
'How is the Afterlife?
Why do you walk the Earth's tread? '
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He was born, it was the inception,
He was a first-born, it was the exception,
Two more took birth, it was the contradiction,
His parents died, the young lad was left with dejection.
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Shoved to the brinks of devastated anticipation
I back my pack and hit the station
No longer am I me
No more am I the person I used to be
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The sky was like a pitcher,
The clouds were like a husk,
The Sun fainted and sunk,
To inaugurate the fall of dusk.
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She lay under the sky's blanket,
Lost in thoughts, she came from a banquet.
A poor girl, but a magnanimous soul,
Yearning to find her whole.
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He lay on his death bed,
His clothes dripping with red.
To help him, they're craving,
But alas! He's far beyond saving.
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With my vanquished memory
I sit back to rock my chair
What I'm left with is wrinkled skin
What I achieved in life are grey hair
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Since I was born, I was responsible
My parents fought, I was responsible
We departed, I was responsible
We struggled, I was responsible
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Afterlife
I once met a spirit,
Of a man who was dead,
'How is the Afterlife?
Why do you walk the Earth's tread? '
With a wisp of sorrow,
With a heavy heart, he cried,
'Why would I want this?
Do you know how I died? '
'Born an Orphan, Raised an Orphan,
Lived an Orphan, Died an Orphan.
What was worth living for?
Did anyone care? Why? When? '
No one to embrace him,
No one who'd care,
'Was that worth living?
A life that's not even fair? '
'Latching onto purses,
Doing sins to live,
Had I not remorsed?
A thought about me, did anyone give? '
Bullied, tortured, dragged,
Arrested, for no crime,
'Was anyone there for me?
Did anyone spare a dime? '
He was left with no choice,
He just had to do it,
'Why I killed myself?
Because they were already at it'
Dejected, I turned away,
There was nothing left to say,
'But why did you do it?
What turned you to dismay? '
Unacknowledged, I shrugged,
Deja vu? Fantasy? Or a dream?
I reflected, 'Wake up! '
'Don't believe me? Go ahead, scream! '
Unaware of what it had turned into,
Unaware of what had happened,
'How did our paths cross?
Why has everything darkened? '
Deprived myself of this prestigious gift,
Not a beat, not a breath, I don't know why,
'See you soon, ' and he left,
I kept yelling, 'How? How did I die? '
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