Legends do Die - by Paul Wanjiku

Legends do Die
Say hi to your angel wife
Make her take on board tha'
Like so do you
She's cramped in our blood pumps

Though our parents are now orphans

He joined his wife,
in the dead's
Coupling the dead-world
Camouflaging with ancestors

Now our parents don't have parents
It's a celebration thou'
100 graceful maneuvers

The man whom's my genes originated
Thank you for fathering my mother
It is painful that you're now dead😢
It hurts much picturing never seeing you😭

Maybe his angel wife found heaven lonesome and requested throne king for him and sent death-angel for him

Transition is everyone's destiny 💔 although it welcomed itself to us unannounced without allowing us at least last live-goodbye😢

If he was an artist his art would live
Legends do die; literature lives

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