NON-BELIEVER GRIEVERS Don't make me laugh, it may crack my face, today is my funeral, I'll wear black lace. Poor baby, poor baby, pouring tears on my grave, when in life you treated me, like secondary slave. Oh, thank you for the roses, they are a treasure, it's a change from when you threw eggs at me for pleasure. Laughing at my dreams, because you were non-believers, whispering deceivers, curses me upon you, non-believer grievers.
Reason for writing:
At a very dear relative's funeral, between the tears, people were gossiping about her.
Birth sign: Libra
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