Last Words
On this day, this very moment
Whilst you prepare to bury me,
I speak to you
through the voice of my pen
That when I cease to breathe
When this mortal coil
can no longer hold me in
And my wings once inbound
Now free to launch me home.
Weep not much
For this life is for us
To live and leave forever
I have lived my time,
Out-smarted my foes,
Out-lived my enemies
I have come full circle
To stop this metamorphosis
Is to tell the sun
To stop shining
Thus insulting the Son of Man
For He wept on the
Torture branch.
Who am I to beg for lasting life?
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