Death, is that a name?
What do you want, is it fame?
I want to know, what is your aim?
Truth be told, I am tired of this game!
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Your excuse of being is just so lame!
I was with dad when you came
In you and only you, I put all the blame
You and corruption are just the same
Always ruining the good things without shame!
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I am writing to let you know how heartless you are!
So many you have made childless
Lots you have thrown into the motherless
You gave me a grieving seat with the fatherless
Your existence is meaningless.
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You are clueless
You are friendless
You are so jobless
Your selfishness is changeless
As a driver you are careless.
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You are driving towards no greatness,
You are living in a state of nothingness.
Continue dining in the border between life and death
Where you actually belong.
We are all tired of your presence
I know to you this letter would make no sense,
Because you are absolutely senseless
Yours despiteful, myself.
Vigil Uche 