21 JUL 2017 AT 11:11

When I die sing no song for me . . .
Praise no hymn for me raise any no chatter
Put me in the coffin where I could sleep soundly
On that day the birds shalnt mourn for me
The winds do not make any noises of broken leaves. . . .
The chores that chanted shalnt be no more . . .
The voices on my mind should be rested forever
The audience shall spit no words of fakeness
Allowance of silence is the best way to gratitude me . . .
Because finally I lay myself in the oblivion of darkness
The coffin should be of pure gold with pure heart
Above on that may engraved last few words
Towards the end of the dawn and begining of darkness
The last few glance of faint smile of my love shall be seen
As I intend to no more live. . . .
I was born like a king raised and praised like one
Respected through lands acknowledged by wisdom
Tested by the time approved by heart
So shall I die like one . . . .but the sword shouldnt be there . .
Instead scynthe should be present
Because I need a converse with the reaper himself only . . .

- The lost soul