And when death finds me,
I hope it whispers,
"Come now,
the fight is done,"
and takes my hand gently,
like an old friend
who understands
why I'm so tired.
I hope it says,
"You've carried enough,
let me hold this weight for you."
I hope it promises,
"Here there is quiet.
Here you can rest."
-Ticus poetry
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Dreemurr_Slayer
Oct 25, 2025 02:18PM
The Slayer is so fucking back you sons and daughters of the holly mother of gods :))View all Conversations
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