I was cruelly young,
When I first pleaded for God,
A God I was unsure about,
To free me from this life,
Presenting him the
Sign of the Cross,
To follow with a demand
Of a silent, painless, escape.
To this day I count myself lucky,
That I lacked the knowledge
Of death permitted
By one's own hand.
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 10:01 AM UTC
I was cruelly young,
When I first pleaded for God,
A God I was unsure about,
To free me from this life,
Presenting him the
Sign of the Cross,
To follow with a demand
Of a silent, painless, escape.
To this day I count myself lucky,
That I lacked the knowledge
Of death permitted
By one's own hand.
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