If it be my dying day
let it be the pen
not the sword
that cuts through my heart
tears through my soul
and closes every door of pain
that I have left open,
If it be the bullet that enters my brain
let it exterminate every bit of sorrow I've dragged around in existence
and turn it to dust,
if it be Zeus's sick sense of humor to spite me with a lightning bolt
the ******* better do it with pleasure,
if it be a train that falls from the sky
and smashes me to pieces
It better smash everything but my wallet.
It'd be hard to ID me.  -Shane Book