MOURN ME NOT


In the begging existed the word. The word was with God and the word was Go.
God said, love other people as you love yourself, because others would be coming telling you that, when i was living you never cared for me.
I was hungry and you never gave me food.
I was naked you never clothed me.
I was in prison and you never visited me.
I was sick and admitted in one of the hospital and you never showed up. Why do respect me, when am dead and gone. Please mourn me not. wipe your tears and go.

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