When I die
I don't want it to be
In a grand olde room
Surrounded by children
...
A body yoked upon itself
Assaulted mind that yields and spread
Another day I wait for you
Another night I pray for you
...
I'll show you your crypt
Then your perilous days
Clutch your querulous nights
Cross life's binding ukase
...
There's a white room
A pallor so densely paleĀ
It burns the flesh more than the eyes
All the pure hearts
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