Death

In my final abode,

I find peace,

And not pieces.

Pieces of stutters,

In the gutters,

That does not glitter.

I find peace,

After taking every piece of my cloth,

To exchange it with an oath,

An oath that can never be mixed,

Not even jinxing the Mighty One,

The owner of the jinxed and the mixed.

In my final abode,

I find peace,

And not pieces.

Pieces of Problems,

Which made me out of solemnity,

And brouyme into difficulty.

An abode of gentility,

An abode of peace,

A place where I definitely belong.

Not longing my life in a barren life,

To live,

And not to leave.

Here I come!

My peaceful Comrade!!

Without grading.

I've come to live,

And never to leave,

Till life ends.