Your world hates me
The rich despite me
The poor respect me
The youth plays with me
Elders claim to be ready for me
When I have invited the world cries
They all start to care
The sweet words they never told you rise
Those who rejected you want another chance
Those who cursed you speak you good
Your family members lose touch
Fearing they can't do much
Reminisces over a sad lunch
Promises losing their plot
You worth more with me than with life
I can take you by a knife
Cause you to be mine through a stroke
Give you stress by being broke
I am the brother of life
I'm not sorry to be here
Some call me by Satan
But like life we are of nature
Mother nature is our single parent
We never have to even pay rent
We are naturally sent
You ate worth more dead than alive
They'll praise you once I've captured you
Once I've got you I'll not let you of my view
Welcome to death
Comments
An interesting take on an otherwise over-woked subject.
Well done.
You worth more with me than with life
did you mean?
You're worth more with me than with life
You ate worth more dead than alive
You are worth more dead than alive (this doesn't make sense to me)
Once I've got you I'll not let you of my view
Once I've got you I'll not let you know of my view?
Despite seeming flaws an excellent write.
AMOGELANG MOKOBANE
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