Sleep
To finally go to sleep
And never need to wake,
There's no worry of a soul
For either power to take.
To cease ever being here
Would be a dream for me.
No belief of heaven or hell
At the end of my journey.
There's no quarrel between
God or Devil for control
Of that imaginary thing
That people call a soul.
Copyright © Mathew Sturgeon | Year Posted 2025
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