~ Peter Out ~
We trust that tomorrow will come
That we can still see the rise and set of the sun
The moon won't stop on shining
And the stars won't stop on twinkling
He thought that tomorrow he will spend his money again
He will buy young women maybe a dozen
Gamble in the Casino in different games
He's untouchable and selling coke is such a petty things.
He lies on his bed and slowly closes his eyes
Wearing a smile like what you saw on a clown's face
But in the morning all you can hear are different noises
His love ones are sad but some are glad
They lose their poor dad
He's not coming back again on that place
Some said letting your tears to fall is such a waste.
She is so proud of the beauty she got
She don't care if there's someone will get hurt
When she found things that in her eyes it looks unpleasant
She didn't know that even if she's still alive
Her soul is already there in the hell
Suffering and shouting but nobody cares
While Satan watching her, smiling
Because of her attitude that's so disgusting
In her Cooper she eat her favorite chocolate
But she chokes and died before she uttered the word help.
Her step sons are so happy because she died suddenly
Their father died too just a month ago
Both are reunited in hell
And Satan says, "Well, well, well."
Isn't it that our life is like a borrowed thing?
We should return it to the owner no more, no less
It's His belonging and anytime soon He will ask for it
We can't afford to bribe Him because it's priceless
We should repent and ask forgiveness
Then we can avail a ticket for free to heaven
Where life is always happy, no more pain
Isn't it everything became old as times passed by?
If only everything will just peter out
Just all of a sudden it won't say goodbye
But there's nothing we can do
If He wants to…
He can take or get it back
We can't say No or Stop.
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Submitted on May 17, 2014
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Scheme | XABB XAXX XCXDDCX XXXXEXBBXX XXEE BXXFFAX GXGHHXX |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,827 |
Words | 357 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 7, 10, 4, 7, 7 |
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