The Missionary’s dawn bell tolls thrice
Who took away her god, you murmured
Burrowing deeper into the quilt
You tuned out her voice.
Until that fateful day
Funny, she also wanted what you did:
An extra bit of bedtime
So she came a little later than sunrise.
But someone’s got here first
And he said happy deathday to you
Cutting your heart out, you pleaded
Citing your affiliation by pedigree.
‘That ended on your apostasy day’ he said’
Before you were given the extra time.
Which you termed as infinity
After all, a tie always births a penalty
Why did you have to miss your only shot at life?
The grace period is ended,
Madam missionary arrived at dawn
This time wearing only a whistle
For she had drawn her robe of a cotton
Taking a bow she said
This is your ninth live!
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