My Will

You must cry for me, weep as though the heavens fell and the gods stand before you,

You must sing for me, like the majestic choirs of angels serenading me before I was taken, 

You must dance for me, till the blood leaps from your roles asking that I drink from you abundantly,

You must eat for me, like poor men never know and rich men will waste, smothering it all over lustful women,

You must kill for me, sacrifice the world and more, shedding yourself into pieces of a jigsaw that refuse to fit, 

You must worship me, build a totem of my skin and bones rising to the golden gates of the seventh heaven as the blaze and breeze consume me, 

You must remember me, reminisce about the time that the sadness of this life consumed me but did not kill me.

One Comment Add yours

  1. Angel says:

    Loool… Clever

    👏 👏 👏


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