Death

by my brother is jesus Ive denied your Rapture   Feb 19, 2008


Death
Is cleansing
purifying
my soul.
Life
it held me
down.
Covered me
in dirt.
You won't
miss me.
So don't tell
me that you will.
Lies
are all I've
ever been told.
Sacrifices
is all I've
done for you.
Death
it was my
choice, the
only one
that counts.

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