Final Light Poem by Beethovens laguerre
Final Light
I wonder how my last day would be like?
Would it rain red and white rose?
Or would it rain white rose
Cover in blood?
I wonder how my last day would look like
Would I be drowning in tears while going six ft under?
Or would I be rising from my casket in fear
From being totally cover?
Maybe I get lucky and get shot in the head
Or maybe I end up missing and eventually announced dead.
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