The bullet rips through my chest
It's like a game of chess
We all fall
It done overall
I'll miss you Eliza my dear
I see Washington watching
My mother and son waving
And...
My dear Laurens
I walk across the golden field
Time stops, it's so surreal
Your standing there
Right here
You open your arms
A warm smile, I'm alarmed
I run into your arms, crying
Your still smiling
At least, my dears Laurens
We meet again
We walk to the pearl gates
I'm still crying
But smiling
The gates opened
And through my sins
They see me through and thin
"Welcome home, dear Alexander."
Washington, Mom, Peggy, Philip, and you...
I'm home at last.
Raise a glass.
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Hamilton Poetry
PoetryHello there Your new here? I see, welcome. Come in, sit down. -throws all the Hamilton characters biographies at you- Know this guy? Your in for a ride Full of bad poems! I'm making a Hamilton Poetry book. This is going to be Fun!
