TALES FROM GENESIS 8 (I WANT TO DIE POOR) A POEM WRITTEN BY JUDAISKY

TALES FROM GENESIS 8
I WANT TO DIE POOR.

My eyes are opened to evil
And the lords are the affluents.
My mouth is shut up of its stunt feats
With glare view of its genesis.
All these reborn my resolution
To pledge to die poor.

I want to die poor.
The paths of the rich are not plain
And all that tread therein live an ill fated moirai
With the ambience of nebulous life.
I want to die poor,
A happy way to die.

I want to die poor
A assemblies of the rich are disdained
And their beautiful faces are chastised.
I want to live as simple as the moon
Faithful to its business
And retard when due.

I want to die poor
For I cherish peace so much.
The days of the rich are war
With no resting place to Haven.
I want to die poor,
And secure all I need in life.

I want to die poor
The lot of the rich are catastrophic.
I want to be a little Johnny
With little penny
With little profits
With little everlasting peace.

I want to die poor_
What shall it profit a man
To gain the whole world
And loses his soul?
If riches will debar my mansion above
I truly want to die poor.

JUDAISKY CARES

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Author: Judaisky

Judaisky is a young writer who believes the world can only be saved PEACEFULLY through the tidings of the ink cos the pen is mightier than the sword. Do You want to know more about me, contact me 09039956005

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