SPAT ON MY GRAVE

 

yet still, they never gave up 

see them staring at me like a mob 

you’ve witnessed the end of me 

I wonder how it made you feel 

they looked down upon me still 

despite I was lying six feet deep stiff 

enemies still bitter despite I’m in the grave 

they gathered like in conclave 

rigor mortis all over my body 

they watch me sternly like an hobby 

when people wants to see your downfall 

they aim for the jugular despite the brawl 

they do all sorts just to bring your life to a halt 

connive together like it were a cult 

no ransom demanded, nothing to gain 

they all just want to see you slain 

they spat on my grave murmuring victory 

coordinated attack done in the morning by three 

me, a lover of all hating none 

no one to weep, none to mourn  

a restless soul they have created 

wouldn’t it been better if I was cremated 

I pray I don’t waste my divinity chasing revenge 

let karma take its course, let it avenge 

@talk2leigh

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2:22pm

4 Aug 2025