Inevitable fate took Her away,
Keeled over at the hospital bed.
Rough, tough, harsh and sad day,
Anxious to take her soul away.
My dear lady was perfect girl.
By willingness of Allah, She will be out of hell.
A violet lady, was around her Jasmines.
Buried in her self-centered grave, therein.
I wished Ice-cube to be spilled within.
Keep her, from hotness and severe pains.
It was irreversible fate of Allah, Reddened our faces, and dismantle our brains
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Oh, grave be peaceful with your Guest.
Oh, grave be pleasant, and do your best.
Oh, grave help Her to solve Almighty Test.
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Such a nice poem, Weezy. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.