I am not eager to meet it,
I do not long for it’s embrace,
but I know that when it comes for me I’ll meet it with no trace
of the fear and loathing I’ve been taught to feel for the end of my life.

Death is not my enemy.
it won’t come for me with savage teeth,
or brandishing blood dripped blades,
but as a sweet release
from the agonies my body feels every minute of my life.

Death will take me by the hand
and gently lead me away from the pain,
and I will feel the peace settle in
as though being washed in a summer rain,
as my soul departs my worldly prison and is freed.

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