Death, I do Not fear you Indeed I would Welcome you. For I grow weary Of this World, its Wars and Fears. The selfishness, and Despair, do sicken My very soul The greed, the want And pettiness do Tear my Heart To shreds. The lack of kindness Care and Love do Rend my turmoiled mind. So come my Friend For tired and weary I do grow. Yes Come my Friend and Ease my troubled soul.
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