When I leave, don’t cry for me

truthfully...

Throw a party for me...

It hurts to bare seeds and underachieve... A lack luster daddy

Now, That's pain...

It won't hurt to leave
Honestly
I won't feel a thing

In fact I hope
Highly
I meet the Almighty

He

Gave me air to breathe
A Personality
The dexterity in my right hand
To pen my life’s plan
The general ingredients
The option to be obedient
Cleaning the slate... To collect my own grievances
.
This (I) am his likeness... I guess
.
Supposedly I was suppose to bend to his will earlier
But
Better later than never

I was crafted in his image
Meaning
My record is blemished

I'm human... A mere mortal

As I stand at the gates
Clutching a list of questions
Feeling like
Beyond this point ends my frustration

I gather more frustration

Possibly hindering
My advance into the

City of Gods

But, I tried my best to leave my ill thoughts in the physical plane

When my spirit Lifted
And
was projected to the heavens

Maybe I wasn't really ready...

Just maybe I will feel it when I die