My death is not coincidence (Original Gulleman Poem)
My death is not coincidence. It's been decided the day I was born. Stuff has always been dense, and meant to be this way. My death is not coincidence. Or is it not? Really! Who does wonder? And why? I am not. I am happy. This way. My death is not coincidence. I dare you to not feel the same. Otherwise, at least, be nice. Cease the day, and eat this ice, You’re welcome. GulleMan - 9. April 2022