You may be thinking..
This pain will never end
Be sure that you're growing
You will smile again
And it's surrendering
To the process
Of grief and the
Acceptance that you
Can find your way.
You will
Make it
Through
The pain

Don't grieve for me,
for now I'm free.
I'm following the path Satan laid for me.
I took his hands when I heard him call,
I turned by back and left it all.
I couldn't stay another day,
To laugh,
To love,
To work,
Or to play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way.
I found that place at the end of the day.
If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared,
A laugh,
A kiss,
Ah these things I will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow.
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full,
I've savored so much.
Good friends,
Good times,
A loved ones touch
Perhaps my time seemed a little brief
Don't lengthen it now with undone grief.
Lift up your heart and share it with me
Satan wanted me
and now he's set me free.
Thankyou Satan

Death is the end,
Death is sadness,
Death is dark,
Death is light,
Death is the end to your short life,
Death is the beginning to your eternal life,
Death isn't the end,
Death isn't sadness,

Death is Happiness,
Death is your final rest,
Death is your second and final beginning,
Death is your rebirth
Death is final.

There's something strange going round down on the farm
With the animal noises and speeding of cars
If you listen it's a bit different, see can you hear it
But Farmer Jones doesn't see any harm

The pigs are out cleaning up after themselves
As the cows ****-a-doodle-do
The chickens aren't afraid of anything else
And the horses greet you with a how do you do moo

The string beans if you please are fit to be tied
And the potatoes no longer see eye to eye
The broccoli round here is now carrying spears
As the tomatoes run for their lives

It's Mrs. Jones that really has him worried though
She dolls up and dresses fancy at night
The way she lately behaves has this farmer quite afraid
So he stays days in the field, out of sight, out of mind

With the goats that communicate with an oink
And the sheep learning to drive the car
Yes there's something strange going round down on the farm
But Farmer Jones doesn't seem to see any harm

You were a lone cloud.
I was nothing more than an atom of the vapours condensed to form you.