Aug 2016
When you die I hope I'll be brave
Enough to spit or **** on your grave
I hope I'll be able to congratulate death
for stealing that pride in your breath
I hope we don't end up in the same place
for even at death I'll still loathe the sight of your face
when you go to heaven I'll force my way into hell
& if I hear your screams in flames might force my way into heaven as well
When you die may the tortures remind me not to waste my tears
after all you've made my eyes river all these years
When you die I hope I'll be confident enough
to for once part my frowned lips and loudly laugh
it's no bluff, you die and I'll stand as tall as a giraffe
on the waves of Hennessey whilst I fatally surf
the day you'll die so many souls will be reborn
as many as you've tattered from flesh to bone
I pray they pour concrete onto your casket so that in case you rise
none ever hears your appellant and desperate cries
Enjoy stepping on people at the moment
a day will come when feet stamp your grave in bitterness of the torment...
The day you die, I hope I'll be brave
enough to spit or **** on your grave
Enough to spit or **** on your grave
I hope I'll be able to congratulate death
for stealing that pride in your breath
I hope we don't end up in the same place
for even at death I'll still loathe the sight of your face
when you go to heaven I'll force my way into hell
& if I hear your screams in flames might force my way into heaven as well
When you die may the tortures remind me not to waste my tears
after all you've made my eyes river all these years
When you die I hope I'll be confident enough
to for once part my frowned lips and loudly laugh
it's no bluff, you die and I'll stand as tall as a giraffe
on the waves of Hennessey whilst I fatally surf
the day you'll die so many souls will be reborn
as many as you've tattered from flesh to bone
I pray they pour concrete onto your casket so that in case you rise
none ever hears your appellant and desperate cries
Enjoy stepping on people at the moment
a day will come when feet stamp your grave in bitterness of the torment...
The day you die, I hope I'll be brave
enough to spit or **** on your grave
(30/M/Kampala-Uganda)
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