TAKE ME HOME

Hear me out ,
The truth will out .
I have no doubt
The culprits will be caught.
One day this farce,
This travesty will see day
Then, people will pay
Death is what I pray.
Our God he who is ubiquitous
Will not let those malicious Slaughterers go unpunished
They took her away
All alone I lie in this bed
Here my last days
I spend Surrounded by this sullen walls
Guilt engulfs my heart
Rhetoric’s clouding my thoughts
I look into mine eyes and despair
Now as I stare into thin air,
I thank the man up there somewhere
At least he gave me time to prepare
But now I think it’s time he came
Take this life out of this frame:
That now remains my body
If you can’t make it then send somebody, Anybody a robber or a murderer
Send them to take away this suffering
I can’t take it anymore
What pains most is to see those damn pretenders
They will concoct anything come see whether am dead
Get well cards filling my shelf?
They can fool anyone but me Lord save me from this facade
Take me to that place that only promises peace and bliss
Pardon my asking did you fire the angel of death?
You need to sack him
Find a person more competent
He is sleeping on the job
Or maybe the pay is too little?
I was a rich man give him all my wealth
If that won’t be enough
Tell him I will come and work for free there
I am a businessman I will find a way out
Oh I almost forgot my Mercedes is parked outside
Yes the one that all the ladies drooled over
The same one I’d carry them in
On the nights that took my life
Take it and hit the road
It is very first like the life I lived
Be careful it was expensive too
In case you get hungry along the way
Get into any hotel I own shares
Eat to your fill so you won’t have to stop again
Come relive me this pain
I hope you don’t get lost
But if you don’t mind Ask anyone to show you my castle
It’s hard not to see it, it stands out,
Seated on a three thousand square piece of land.
Located in an exquisite estate,
Surrounded by exotic posh rentals those are mine too.
I no longer will to live. Death is my consolation.
Send him before I die.

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