thinking of the day I shall inhabit that polished box.
The hour when I shall sink before every eye into the ground,
and their spades will clothe me in a shawl of rocks.
Many hearts hold hatred and bile towards my person;
yet I have these beautiful roses upon my chest that give me comfort.
But I depart with open clouds and the glaring sun,
and so ends the myriad of tribulations which I suffered.
Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2017
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