It is a cold conversation to wish someone was dead,
but that is the consequence of twisting a fragile head.
I could write your eulogy, exposing every lie you said,
or I could not waste my breath and pretend you were always dead.
Waiting for your funeral will affect everyone you know,
because as long as you stay alive, children's safety will never grow!
And when storm day eventually comes, I certainly will not cry.
For all your victims out there, it will be our best goodbye!
