On my back
All my ancestry
Documented polarized shrouded
Carried for further honor
Without the promise
Upon death
to become an ancestor
Faith for what I ask as I chew the ropes
You are nothing but floating dirt
Breathable ash
I'd rather remember my dead cat
than be framed by all your suffering
And I fold like a pink slip
dirty with the shame
At my age
How silly to be rebelling
It's true I would fight to save you
But it's late and I'm already dying
I'll just kiss the envelope and set it ablaze
as it floats away
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Don't expect much. I can't handle the pressure.
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