When death finds me,
It shall be wilderness.
As nature can understand more,
And better than human flesh.
I'm trapped in darkness,
A darkness which occurs from industrial shallowness.
The smell of cars and buses
Triggers my heartache.
I cried, crying with a yell,
"Take me to death,
Which is wilderness."
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