Should I-push the daisies
& you-fail in your ability to restore life to the dead
Should my heart go cold, & my flesh turn to clay
Should the shade of death fall upon me
& as you watch me sigh my last breath
Should the thoughts of I-smell like burning flesh
Should the moon-decline to shine
& the night's-be filled with hysterical screams
Of a mother who-without choice buries her king
Should I-depart and fail to regain that ultralight beem
Should you-continue to exist in this life of sin.
Rejoice, celebrate your existence even when your light is deem
Live, smile, because life is for the living.
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