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Last Rites
Sun, my ever coming, now my ever going friend! Mourn not, angelic mate, though this is the end For as I watch how parts of you are slowly gone- Still, others greet you on your shining throne. But dear Sun? Why yet you grieve? I never wanted more to leave! Feel not forlorn- I'm just forsaking life- This child of Death, this much false strife. The game of Life's designed to betray All hopes, all dreams...I cannot stay, For every night when in bed I lay In grave to wake up I cease not to pray. He'll never slake his thirst for pain. I'll leave him first- by my own hand slain. Oh, thank you, Sun! Thy smile to me so sweet. I'm glad you see how fake is my defeat. In vain away I shall not fade- To be a different shadow in a world of shade, I'll let him in- the Devil I presume, And all his evil seal in fragile tomb; And soil shall smother, worms happily consume, Till wounds of Earth do heal in barren womb. A place of birth, though scarred by silent stone, Shall be my grave when sins imposed I do atone. But as for now, I bid farewell. I long to spend some time in hell! We'll meet again, but not just yet- I ought to join the rotting dead.
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