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D N R

when I am ill
close to my time
give me this pill
let me expire

raised is the grim reapers scythe

palliative care
cool hand on my brow
sympathetic stares
thats all I need for now

the world intends to say chow

to slip away my last wish plead
all that tubes and clamor
are not what i need
my heart near its last murmur

save me from this tumor

heaven or hell my minds in an tremor
to Hadies and burn
or with angels forever
so cancel my ticket I shall not return


Written by slipalong
Published
Author's Note
nothing worse than long goodbyes
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