A Death Paradox
For when I die you’ll drop your tears dry
For when I die you’ll lose your precious smile
For when I die you’ll come back a mile
For when I die, I don’t want to make you sad
For when I die I don’t want to be so bad.
For when I die you’ll shower flowers on me
For when I die you’ll put garlands around me
For when I die you’ll touch my feet and pray.
For when I die you’ll offer me rest and peace.
For when I die, am I a saint or a
priest.
For when I die you’ll burn me to
ashes
For when I die you’ll cover me with
soil.
For when I die you’ll let me
exposed.
For when I die you will carry a
sin on your head
For when I die you will be killing
the dead.