WHEN DEATH IS MY GREATEST DEAR FRIEND

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When finality is a good proposition,
to take me away from my old pained condition,
to numb up my mind, and my deep held conviction,
that death is my greatest dear friend.

When death in a ditch is a wishful conclusion,
from lifes long lost hopes, and pains strong confusion,
and all that I've left is time that I'm losing,
then death is my greatest dear friend.

When all of my thoughts are lost in repression,
and I'm apathetic at societies aggression,
and all that I hold to, is loss and confession,
then death is my greatest dear friend.

When I'm done waiting for Godly persuasion,
for the light at the edge of my minds deep contagion,
and all of my wants are lost in translation,
then death is my greatest dear friend.

When I'm done contemplating, and thinking and waiting,
and all of my needs are broken and taken,
and all of my hopes are fallen, and making me think,
death is my greatest dear friend.

When I'm in depression and darkness surrounds,
and clouds of oppression fall all around,
and my only concession, and passion, is seshing,
then death is my greatest dear friend.

When I've falling down, and the ground is my lot,
and I'm dirty and shitty, amongst all the rot,
and my deepest dark thoughts, are all that I've got,
then death is my greatest dear friend.

When I'm fallen and broken, and can't get back up,
and angels have spoken, to tell me I'm fucked,
and my bodies not waking, but instead is decaying,
then death is my greatest dear friend.

When into the ground, and the dirt, I am bleeding,
the roots of the earth, and the plants, I am feeding,
for birds, and for bees, and for flowers, and trees,
so death is my greatest dear friend.

When I'm done and I've come to the end of my day,
and I'm high in the sky, with the starlight array,
and around me, angelic trumpets play,
then death is my greatest dear friend.



© 2024 Shoestring Shane

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