Death seems a peaceful sleep when long-loved ties sever
When the ground is teeming with maggots and hate
Yet in order to catch my breath, I might suffocate forever
Before I follow the raven and offer myself to fate
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
Death seems a peaceful sleep when long-loved ties sever
When the ground is teeming with maggots and hate
Yet in order to catch my breath, I might suffocate forever
Before I follow the raven and offer myself to fate
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