When Death comes knocking,
I will sing a song of different scores.
The trombones will harmonize with zebras.
Rocks will weep and tear drops drum the cello strings.
Trees will sing leaves through violins
and the world will hold tight to pleasant beginnings.
My end will sing stronger
because I will last longer.
Be ready earth;
the curtain raises as it lowers.
Passionate like a bear. Stubborn as a ram. Systematic as a rocket scientist.
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