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After Death

And if after Death decides to blow my candle out I step up there where clouds sing And winds laugh There where rainbows act out powerful dance moves There where grass grows merely for the sake of love And dies when deprived of it There where I was once, Before my fall into Earth's womb! Why, if after the strike of Death I step up back there Only to feel the same emptiness gnawing at me The same hurt pricking at me The same agony rolling itself all over me The same story which wants to be written But which I choose not to As it did not turn out the way I thought it would, Why, Would it be worth to keep on Existing? Existence relies on two things; The body and the power which animates it, The body and its consciousness And I, Remain the subtle power which drives this power, Spawned somewhere back at the beginnings of Time To be there where I was meant to be, In Love's heart! Pray, deprived of Love's warmth, I become useless, A burden, even, For the whole cosmos And for myself! I live, I breathe the air that I have to share with the rest I require water, I produce wastes, I use and abuse, without really being of great use I be, for a void purpose I be, for no reason! Better then would it be to cease to be As, even if I choose to be made of matter, Matter needed by Earth to sustain her children, I still would feel the harshness of life claw at me! Inexistence is what I pray for, May the Gods heed me I do enjoy the luck of feeling their blessings upon me Yet, Without the fulfilling of my cause The burden that I become Is as painful as is the feel of fire Raging over my whole body!

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