Could I believe in life after death
I could have risen days after my death
Could I strong-lived my probity
I could’ve been buried after death wi’out pity
There could’ve been, cries at my burial ceremony
There could be tears with my interment agony
Humans could have torn ground like life is never tdy
I could have been celebrated like elating-missing hobby…
I wined, dined and smoked life; puffed merriest
Looked down behind, over jumped far
Hoped and danced like it never ends there
Now, what has become my reward, but regrets!
How my wish I never got to drink belief-poison
A sip could’ve never blazed intoxication
Could i lived like a saint to die with bliss
Life could have ended without hisses
If I have maintained the world and I
Everything could have ended without dead man’s wish.
