Death, Cheated (1)

slapdashmonuments

Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?


And when my time comes for a nat'ral death,

Some future era of our shared, shamed land,

I hope and firmly plan that I shall be

Already gone and, I hope, barely missed.

At best, of course, I'd be received by God,

But as it's likely that I'll break His rules,

It seems unlikely. I might be, instead,

Made welcome in the fiery pit below.

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Alas! I have grave doubt within my heart

That death will be a door to either place.

It's possible--as anything could be--

That I will find myself some other home

In pain or glory, or perplexity.

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In any case, my body will decay

With all my memories, my hopes and fears,

The clothing of the body and my organs,

And of the soul--all mouldering in turn.

Perhaps, within a grave or random woods,

And Death might show up where I would have been,

Surprised to find me missing; wondering,

"How was I not alerted when she died?"


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slapdashmonuments

slapdashmonuments

In a morbid mood today. The fun times I have with depression and anxiety...so few.

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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

Quite morbid, indeed. Quite depressing, too. But it's kinda refreshing to think that Death would miss a death.

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