I have lost all my friends
but still two to four read me
Soon they will also leave
for greener pastures
Still my dear ones
do come across often
I think the hour is approaching
as my mind is decaying
to join the kingdom
of sans all
Shakespeare is calling
With-hold I may not yet go
no flight open yet
towards heaven
Ill come back at half past seven
if I'm alive from heaven
Death reigns on your mouth But even heaven fears to accomodate Least you spread your humor And zombie become live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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