A GODLY DEATH

It was a death, which made me harsh
It was a wrath, which made me spark
Wasnt I a happy-go-lucky person
Didnt people say me that as person I was awesome

There had to be something to make me a rare-smiler
There had to be something to make me a mere trier
As earlier, I was a doer
People called me ruler

There was a grief which destroyed it all
The grief I never discussed
There was a grief which made my heart so small
The grief upon which I never stressed

But now I am ready to tell it all
Coz I am sick of hiding it
But are you ready to bear it all
Coz' the truth is very painful

Truth is bitter they say
But this one is bitter of all
Truth is made long sometimes
But this one is far too short

This truth is about the death of all
This truth is about the death of honesty
This truth is about the death of simplicity
This truth is about the death of GOD