>≫≫I Want To Die
Heavenly cursed and heavily sinned I
No more i like to add them, so, I want to die
And I want to become a holy ghost
Whom the people would like the most.
Like the retreating soldiers I like to come back
To my own permanent and eternal home
You may call it a suicide or martyrdom.
In my real home I see the news
Coming from the lipstick coated lips
In the television of my molten death
People are sobbing with a heavy breath.
The atmosphere is heavy and they feel the pain
This thrills me and gives a feeling of gain.
The only son of my ...
I was with Gautama Buddha
Sitting side by side under a tree
I was upon a velvety cushion
And he on a piece of stone
Each one's legs were crossed
Heads up, spine straight right
He was in deep meditation
And I engrossed in writing
He wanted to be enlightened