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It is a beatiful thing which we all must do.
A simple death which seems so blue.
But like it or not it is true to be
that which is simple, easy to see.

But death comes in so many forms
most view it as a malice, an evil entity
but like a womans boobs, wrapped up in a robe
death can be a beauty never told

For while we look at death unwanted
we see not what it means for some
for death is a way to leave the pain
it is something we all must see.

Yet then there's those which try
to escape the love which they cannot find
a love which has hurt them day after day
a love which hurts them in several ways.

Now this love can cause more pain
while death is a way to escape the same
and now I put myself to sleep
that my soul shall no longer weep.

That I may never feel love's painful bite
or feel the warmth of boobs at night
The robe of death will engulf me now
and to my love I say this vow.

Let me lie and rest in peace
for the way I go will be with ease.
And now that I'm gone and you see
That I loved you even though you didn't love me.