They is a dead fly in my tea: what will I be if I taste the deep.
Fried eggs and being: don't laugh at what you see.
People will die of resting,praying or still: I will cry till my voice becomes steam! Maybe death is a passage to a life we can't see.
Or maybe it's a way to get even with God, ask him about how the world is such a mess, maybe a waste of time, why Can't we live each day expecting death? Why do we cry when people die?
Why do we even die?
Why do we go still in middle of a meal, bath, road or laugh? Why can't death be honourable, like why should people choke to death? Must be one hell of a bitch if you ask me.
People should live in caves and trees and bushes and whatever...
I remember you kave, like I remember victor!
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