THE BEST WAY TO DIE BY PRINCE JOE

THE BEST WAY TO DIE

They are rivers beneath  every tongue of man,
Which burn the purity out to a metaphorical pebbles,
Pudding the puffing to a river of ghostly room.
I had once written my shadow with a broken pen,
But it faded like a sliced smoke from a durry.
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If life throw you into dreams of scattered incubus,
Break your tears with a rod of   no visible shadow,
And speak inbetween your bright written palms,
For every human is bounded to be broken-ness,
Which we will all live to be burn with the  flames.
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The pillar of death hold two rivers with a language,
They're written in  Scriptures of survival and death,
For no one knows a rhythmic pattern of death,
But we can all see every human's destiny  buried,
With drenched agony of tears from a thousand soul.
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My mother told me some tales from genesis till end,
That can swallow a whole city into shattered vanity,
She said I am a replica of Adam's ribs with a mark,
I shouted and moulded every night from each dawn,
But it all went deep-dark like an Eclipse of a sun.
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Today's words from mama shall ink out saddnes,
For each souls is but a pilled pillar drop of bile,
Which summoned the courage of man into a war,
But forgotten the day and how we will  all die,
For the very best  way to die ,is to live long.

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