My Brain // Your Brain

Death is Kind

Death is a kind thing.

As it holds you close,

A lullaby it sings.

While it will carry you slow,

Past the great sorrows,

Through sun, wind and snow,

To a beautiful palace across the sea.

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Death is a gentle thing:

It is a relief.

It comes in the night,

As quick and quiet,

As a thief.

It steals and rescues you,

From harm,

Until they find you did not awake,

To your morning alarm.

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But death is not always a wise thing:

And although it may mean well,

It often mishears,

The words that fate tells.

Plus, death sometimes has too much care.

Wants to rescue the world:

And in the process is not fair.

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So Death is kind, and gentle and sweet,

Soft, and beautiful, and full of care:
But oh, my friends,

Death is not always fair.