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Dead To Earth

Let me be the final act
in the final show
acting for your audience
actor letting go.

Let me be the the final tune
that you ever hear
melody for your gloom
singing crystal clear.

Give me one final kiss
under heavens high
release the scorch of your lips
burning Godly sigh.

Or truly will rise
from hell damned demons all
to crucify my frightened soul
so dead to earth I’d fall.

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Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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