When am gone

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• I fell off the hive tree to nourishe the soil
  My absence speaks only to blockchainpoets
  Life is a dream only when you wake up to reality
  Am left with nothing but an air in my lungs
  I will write my emotions to heart of the moon
  Read the stars and you will see scars of my life
  My presence is missing like am absent
  I was in a pool of love down the blue sea
  Drown to death to have new life
  Now am back like 'Into The Badlands

• When am gone don't mourn the living
  Take a coffee beside my coffin
  Write a poem with a hive pen
  Life is a system
  I will be recycled to heaven
  Seated above and watching abroads cities
  Nigeria fallen hero slept without a pillow
  Death smokes out life but life continue