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So it's Death that Takes Me
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Old Unrefined Material Excuse me while I drink this water,
Such a fancy wine it is,
Along with this pill,
That offers no cure.
Examine, and reexamine.
There's nothing wrong.
What is it?
All in the mind.
Nothing satisfies--
In fact, who cares?
That's a controversy on its own.
Love is the only thing worth living for;
The only thing worth dying for.
So one may find themselves in these catacombs--
Such as it were,
Welcome to my abode,
If I knew the meaning of joy;
Joy that is.
If I want to die,
It seems to ever long ago,
And now it seems I want to,
And without a will--
How could I try?
It's so simple to fall into instincts,
And become pure apathy.
That is everything,
And everything is fallen within.
After all this living, I find nothing brings it--
Joy, of course--
So what does?
And that would be Death.
