Inevitable Rest
No matter the path we tread,
The end waits, silentβdeath.
Be it emperor or the poorest soul,
All must wear the final cloak.
Laid in linen, still and pale,
Eyes once bright now closed for good,
Those behind will count your gold,
Not your breath, not your blood.
Once the prayers are softly said,
And dust has kissed your silent bed,
Loved ones drift to warmth and light,
While you lie in the arms of night.
Cold winds whisper through the stones,
In the graveyard, you're alone.
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They burn you
They cut you into pieces
They turn you into ashes
Then one fine day
They become so generous
They ask you if you are fine
So is life
The modest is one
Whose character is hidden
Irony is ...these people are
Preaching and finishing
On social media about others
They need to introspect first
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Trust me beautiful ladies
Real gold diggers are men
They want you to baby sit them
Clean the house
Do the dishes
Handle their tantrums
Let you go out to earn
And share 50/50 in expenses
And still
They are claiming to be responsible
want money from you and your parents as gift and dowry
What a double standard
Society......-
It's almost midnight
And I have a thoughtful dream
These silly people try to
Hurt me
They don't even know
What I have gone through
2021,2022,2023,2024
Morons π€£-
Only a son of a slut
Can call you
Slut
Only a son of a gold digger
Can call you a gold digger
Dear women
It's all in genes π-
The worst men are those
Who call women slut
They are impotent
Enunch
And they are coming from the womb
Of a slut-
So folks
It's about that day
She said
You know I bought a car
And uploaded a pic on insta
Then
After seeing that
People started flexing
The cars and mobiles
Of their brothers and sisters
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The level of stupidity π-