Men who are about to die are very honest
Don't argue with me I'm not here for a contest
At this moment, their wrong they try to amend
It pays if you listen to them.

I never loose sleep over my enemies
Its my friends that keep me awake
I have a lot of stories
But it is not the iceing that makes a cake.

Nobody looks for a dead man
We all die together in a blaze of glory
Therefore death should not be a shocking story
But a stepping stone to the promise land

If my writes up has left a word
Fill it with remembered joy
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss
Ah yes! These things i too will miss

Those who hurt me will one day feel my pain
When my sweet and terrible vengance up there rains


Tonio