And if by God, we make it out,
then make it out we shall.
And if by God, we don't,
then pray to heaven we can.
And if for heaven we starve,
then pray for decent sleep.
Cause' if after death is dark,
We'd rather sleep than eat.
For sleep allows you to forget.
And forgetting is a gift,
that only those with heavy sins
do seek for in a wish
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All Songbirds Have Tapered Feathers
PoetryA collection of some of my poetry, accumulated over the years. In this collection, I write about the turmoils of war, the titillating feel of love, and the tantalising wave of grief, but most of all; the tragic truth of having a heartbeat and the...
