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Part 2: Death’s Funeral

The funeral commences, death is lowered into the ground,

not a teary eye , or bellowing sound.

the man is free to capture his desires,

to rid his life of the pretenders and liars.

To right what was wrong and win back his wife,

 change the tarnished memories that plagued his life.

He talks in his sleep shouting her name,

hoping she would return, his efforts it vein

To loose everything your heart ever desired

her beautiful looks you  once admired

 he’s remains and old man with  an eternity to live for, 

now that death wont be knocking at his door,

he must say sorry to the wife he betrayed,

for the gambling, the boozing,the vices he paid.

He looks at the gravestone and begins to read

whilst basking in the triumph of his sinful deed

panic suddenly engulfs his mind

upon the shock discovery of his latest find

he turns around runs fast with a quickening breath,

A  free spirit is one that writes,

then why am i.

A mind that feels dazed but trys to remain direct.

Poisoned by media flu, but hes

a man with too many problems,

and not enough answers.

Time will tell, 

yet the clock is fluctuating, stalling perhaps.

You can tell alot from who a man aspires to be, 

      Too much.

For his mind trapped in a ceaselss conundrum 

Does he sacrifcie his intellect his control , 

for the cages of aspiring to be the other man to appease his better half.

The man society will have shapened , strangelled,

force fed its ideology, its power makes 

him inferior it encases his mind leaving

it shattered, so constantly tired.

The work will never end for the clocking, clock out 9-5er.

To maintain stability to impress the women , 

gone is his right for free expression,

his mind decays at the hands of the revolution.

But he loves her so , truely she is worth the sacrifice,

hes willing to lay his life at her feet, 

is it the woman’s fault or his, for this problem.

Time quickens for the last,

the bells stop,

he sits reciting his poem of youth,

shes not listening , her musics loud,

then his heart stops,