burn

if there is a cinder left of me
by the time this is over
let it be so
it will be a pleasure to burn

if i vanish with the wind
when all is said and done
who cares
it will be fun to disintegrate

if i am one with the earth
a feast for worms
give no fucks
it will be a buffet for days

if i flow in your rivers
and fall like acid rain
on lovers and haters alike
it will be my turn

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2020, here we go.