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