A day shall come
The day the spitting pen holder won't hold it no more
Due to the feeble nature of my arms
As they tremble and can't be still like the ocean waters
Falling off my fingers the pen will!
A day shall come
They day I'll be dumb
My voice shall be lost
Lost deep within my voice box
My voice note will be of silence
As the statics just jump out of nothing
A day shall come
They day I'll go blind
Seeing what write will be an issue since darkness shall prevail
I'm not bat
So listening to echos will be impossible
A day shall come
That I'll be missed
When my presence won't be annoying
Since I'll be in living dead realm
As my spirit shall be rooming around
Will my being shall be resting in peace
I believe I'll be missed
As my pieces will keep on trending
Since I won't be buried with them
Rather the master mind shall be no more
Hopefully a copy cat shall be born
To carry on my legacy
You'll miss me
If it happens that tomorrow I break down
Tell mama I tried
Tell her I wrote my own legacy
Even though I never managed to reach anyone's legacy
Tell her I fought a dying battle and I was just a victim in the battle
Tell her I loved her come daylight come night
I loved her as much as how uncountable the stars are
And it was my turn to leave
Tell her I come as a gift from the universal God
And now to God himself I return
YOU'LL MISS ME
Tell my one I fall in love with
We had a bright future
But it seems I was just part of the dream
And the actualization was her to do
Tell her I tried my best
To make her feel like an angel
Tell her I wish those dreams we could make true together
You'll miss me
To my beloved brother
Tell him to write and read my eulogy.
@DÇ BÀBA CHEMIST DAH POET
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