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