Dying But Not Dead
From death you came to be alive and here you turn to death
No sight to please your earthly eyes or give your mundane breath
Don’t keep your heart so closed, so tight -- get ready to accept
The healing snakes that are hereby, to touch, to crawl, to peck
To peck your knees, to peck your thighs, your chest, your lips, your neck
You have to change, you ought to change
Accept it and relax
Relax and die and close your eyes
To run from all this dread
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