poetry epitaph

When I die, please do not cry, let your eyes dry. I cried my whole life and learnt the art of living life. It won't help. Cry for your brothers and sisters. Cry for your friends who are yet to explore the red colour in life. Cry for the unborn, who are yet to undergo the black in life. May the Lord bless the poet who reads this to you on my behalf and the joker Who will crack jokes to keep your eyes dry. Please say the truth about me. Let her not lie to you that she loved me for I know she hated me with passion . Keep your rest in peace and give my loved ones a piece of bread instead, so that they may forget that I ever existed. For I'll no longer be there to provide. Be sincere if you loved me. Do not lie. It is an abomination. I have learnt that salvation is the only thing worthy living for , in this generation full of artheists and anti-Christs. Plead with people To accept Christ and leave their crooked ways if you loved me. I hope you'll find a place to burry me or a very dark forest to dispose my body, for it will be of no use in my life after. It is well, it is well with my soul.