Alicia Gordon

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'How you die, ' black Death states,

'does not determine what awaits.'
...

Dimmer than ever does life now feel.
Emotions so tender, so soft and surreal.
Fevers of winter sprout in the spring.
My heart needs a song while there's nothing to sing.
...

If my heart shows icy stone,
my deepest kingdom overthrown,
than only by God's grace alone,
shall I be forgiven, taken home.
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I set a dream while I'm awake,
My eyes clench tight for my own sake.
The visions come which I intake,
Leisurely escaping a familiar heartache.
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When I seal my eyes
I will to freeze
In place I long
to drink on ease.
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Little boy, lift your chin up off the dirt.
Wipe the blood off with your shirt
You'll keep falling cause the world is taking toll.
Just relax your trembling chin.
...

Bound Asphyxiation...

Perchance you will stand my fall.
...

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A Meeting With Death

'How you die, ' black Death states,

'does not determine what awaits.'

I return in a weary breath,

'I will not be one to fear distress!

My death shall pardon my last few sins.

My death shall determine if I lose or I win.'

'But why granted child, ' Death questions, displeased.

'Would you not prefer a quick death with little but ease?

The pain is scarce, the knowledge is dim.

And my promising soul, It isn't so much as grim.'

The fire burns within, the pleading of this dark fool.

But by the power of God my heart quickly cools.

Not to icy stone that shatters the core

But the strongest of powers, that one must adore.

'Repent says the Lord, at death bed I shall repent.

If I die a dear martyr with the death I've been sent.

Or die an unworthy hero with the souls I have saved.

Then indeed you yourself would be not so grave.'

With this death disperses and God shines in glory.

It is then that I'm pleased there is more to this story.

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