b-LAH-que

Closed Curtain

What have I done to be handed this burden
Have I added value to life that we're certain?
It hurts me to say
Just a bit less each day
That it all could be taken away from my person
But it's worth it to merge with this universe merchant
who purchased my soul, to the earth he then sold it
to nurture it, hold it, deliver it wisdom, further it's purpose til it worsens in worth, starts to hurt,
then return it to birth's predetermined
zone wherein mirth is the only mode known
So go and pull closed my last curtain



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