The agonized grimace makes me think
death is deliverance.

No more suffering
the torment of hunger
sores and scabs
kicking, beating, stoning
burning in blazing fire
freezing in numbing chill.

I offer the selfish prayer
more for own comfort
it's all passing into
the kinder kingdom of God.

Life goes on
the living barks as usual
and the warm sip redeems me.

Only, the surround is a sound less.

i am the best
version of myself
when i am comfortable
surrounded by my loved ones
and knowing there are no time restrictions

I have to get to the Moon, just to clean the bathroom
I'll give Mount Everest a nudge on my way back

The flowers blossom along
Like trees in a forest bearing fruit
Like palm trees that growing coconut
And the fish multiply along with itself
Lastly, the creation God has made

I am that lonely star who tried to shine after seeing you.

Remember,
the best things in life are free

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