Oh, Death
Monday, April 6, 2009
What pleasure
What freedom
I beg of you
Oh great Death
To take me with you
Let me feel your cold embrace
Your unloving kiss
Your uncaring stare
Take me now
Oh great Death
Let me feel your freedom
Life has turned away
Led me to crave Death
To wish to Die
I grip your hand
Oh Death
And you lead me
I see the truth now
It is you
Who takes everyone
Willingly or not
Everyone follows you
To your great home
I thank you now
Oh Death
Thank you for letting me die
The Hawk
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