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If you give an artist a pencil
She'll write you a million words
Telling you in deep clarity
What it means to her
How you look to her
And what you mean

If you give an artist a pencil
She'll cover pages and pages
With drawing of you
Sketches of beautiful things
That remind her of you
And what you mean

If you give an artist a pencil
She'll love you forever
And always will remember
Even if you think you weren't
How thoughtful you were
And what you mean
I can't come to rest my sorrow
On the crutches of religion
But instead believe
In total oblivion

No pearly gates
No heavenly music
Just utter nothingness
And that oddly comforts me

No restrictions on this short life
No Almighty God to obey
Instead just simply live
Just how you want
So accustomed
To your presence
That your ghost
Still haunts me
Even after you've
Been long gone

— The End —