I see that i perish in this rope
Not that i want
thus i die
Every man's stop
though different to everyone
Look
I will be worthless
Just like others dead
The never decide whom to
be burried with
See
Maybe i will be next to a priest
A holy one
And me a killer, killed
an evil one
Maybe i will be homed near a minister
A rich one
And me a killer, killed
A poor one finding
In a coffin we will all be suffocated
Our bodies and wishes locked
We will not be moving
Will we not be the same...All
No freedom
I wish to be incinerated
After they end my life
Please throw me in the ocean
There i will be of help
I will hover all over
And many will feel me
Having freedom
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