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.