Dying Wish

We're all going to die.
Losing my religion didn't stop the end of days.
Revelations don't stop coming.
Illusions obscure our true doom's gaze.

Confronting death trying to survive,
Reaching out to reach back inside,
Making right what must end.

I'd like to carry you to the last puddle on Earth,
Holding onto one another as the empires fall.
Or, knowing well they all must end,
We band together to bury them all.

Laughing all the way to the grave,
We paved the road to more innocent days.
In peace, health, and love;
Waving goodbye to our ghosts and old ways.



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