What a way to go;
Clothed beneath the nude;
A path pale, long ago;
What a way to cry;
To utter heavily, Goodbye.
What a way to go;
Musketeers begin crude;
A route below, Bell bellows;
What a way to sigh;
To clatter verily up high.
What a way to go;
An icon, an archaic build;
Thy light hallow, others follow;
What a way to fly;
Rest in peace, yet I cry...
By:
Beryl Ace
*Dedicated to Late Justus Esiri*
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