They say death is sweet
Sweeter than honey,precious than money
Tasting like ice cream eaten with biscuit.
They say living is a crime
For those who have nothing
Owning only emptiness and never a dime!
They say life is beautiful
For only those who have money
And the providence of poverty is for only a fool!
But how can I die
When not one breath of life
Has escaped the nostrils where my dreams lie?
But how can I live
When dying is life’s sole ambition
To escape the curse of Eve?
Every breath is a taste of Lemon death
But how can one who was never born ever die?
When no maiden has for me borne painless pang of birth?
Should I live that I may die?
Boarding life’s ship to death’s harbour
Will any man for me – the wind maybe – ever grieve?
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