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Peter B Sep 23
So, your time has come,
good luck.
I'll pray for you.
They say you love me,
I love you too.

It's hard to say goodbye to life
when you are only thirty three,
but - it's your choice,
it is your life,
I will not judge you,
I know that death
could sweeter be than life.

But one thing I've to mention,
you think you die for me,
for us and for the world,
I disagree, my dear,
I think
you only died for yourself.
Peter B Sep 23
Death
is a privilege of us.
Maybe the biggest privilege
we could ever have.

Death
is a privilege of us.
In the labyrinth of life,
the only way out.

Some people say
they want to live forever. Nice.
Buy they will laugh at their own words one day,
they will laugh,
when they understand that death
is the privilege of life.
Peter B Sep 23
The say: "Without you all
the world would be a better place.
No dead bodies washed out on the shore.
No guilt of those who failed to help."

They hate us,
they wish we didn't exist,
they shout "Go to hell! You **** of the world!".

They say they won't help us,
it's impossible to help us all.

But when they see a sinking boat
capsizing under our weight,
something tells them to send the patrols
and bring us safely to the shore.
Peter B Sep 22
There are lines
between the lines
and the lines
between those lines.
And another set of lines
inbetween of them.
Don't worry if you can't see them,
if you don't know what they mean.
One day you'll read them all
and understand everything.
Peter B Sep 22
And when I die,
the fame will come,
but I'll be far away from the limelight,
from all the glitter and gold.

From posing to cameras,
from being someone I'm not,
from doing this for the money.
I'll be far away.

I'll be - home.
Peter B Sep 22
I had a dream
I was in a cemetery.
It must have been Summer,
as all the trees were green
and pleased my eyes,
so did the flowers, so bright.

It didn't feel like graveyard
at all
No, nothing like a sad place
where we all go at some point.

It felt more like a garden,
where silence is and joy.

And I didn't want to wake up,
I didn't want to leave,
for there was no place to go.
Peter B Sep 20
I sometimes go to the hills
and try to spot them flying.
I heard that when you spot an angel,
in your life there will be less dying.

I spend many hours waiting,
people say I should go home
that I'm wasting my time.
That angels don't exist.

But I know one day
I'll see their light.

Well, if they don't exist,
then so don't I.
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