My Requiem

The radiance of the sky,

is not enough to light up my thoughts.

as I slowly pace along the road,

all I see is death swifting through my throat.

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But today I shall not talk about the cause,

neither the bullet nor the approaching yellow lights.

But a hymn lingers on underneath my lobe,

with a tale of it’s own.

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Will it laden with grief of aged couple,

or bear the drops of undying love?

But the most dreading anomaly that prevails,

would it be a sigh of relief?

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The only notion for the answer,

leads me to question myself.

Are these hymns a repercussion of my doing,

Do i manifest the power to mend it?

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Does it really depends on what lies underneath,

or what you do defines who you are?

Will it be intentions or my actions,

which would leverage my notion of love.

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As the ashes of pyre burns away my soul,

these words would be my belongings to the golden gates.

Love, hate, memories & disgrace,

My Requiem

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