dotted demise

If i must die,

slaughter with sweetened prose,

bury me alive, in harmonic soils,

butcher me with metre,

let consonance,

smooth the discordance ,

annihilate with atomic words,

hang me with Langston,

for we shall gyrate to the gallows,

if our dangle,

shall rhyme with a peaceful poem.

 

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