It ends here,
That epicurean life;
The fame you seek most,
The wish of being clothed flamboyantly
Like the flowers in the field.
It ends here,
That contour body, alluring skin and face;
The easy on the eye body,
The beauty you pride yourself with
And the voice as sweet as birds chirping on a tree.
It ends here,
All the intelligence you have gathered,
In your quest for knowledge.
All the accomplishments, name
And legacy you carved out in history.
It ends here,
That foolish pride and arrogance that weigh you;
“Do you know who I am?”
The mean vindictive behavior you portray,
The narcissistic sociopathic attitude.
It ends here,
It is just a matter of time
But it is a must!
When the last tree dies,
That is where it truly ends.
@FRIMPONG DONKOR DOMINIC, 21… @FAVOURED_GENTILE