Kula sana ni kujichimbia kaburi kwa meno yako mwenyewe.
The dead only knows their world.
I looked upon the sea, it was to be my grave
The greatest loss is the lost of life.
When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.
Do all the work you can, there is enough rest in the grave.
Only on the edge of the grave can man conclude anything.
My work was done, so it was time to start digging my grave again.
It’s not like he’s going anywhere, so yeah. Now.
Honey, I am going to my grave with my eyelashes and my makeup on.
If flowers were boogers, I’d pick a few big ones and flick them on your grave.