If Death said to me today
“Come with me, it’s time to go”
Then go with him I would
I have nothing left to say
I’d stride straight on through gate or pit
My weary head held high
As my tarnished spirit sings
If today I am to die
Then die I will
Flaunting high my broken wings
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 2:50 AM UTC
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