The Devil, my mate.

May 8, 2011
By Anonymous

I have tried, but failed like many times before,
To take my own life because I can’t take anymore,
I hope to one day meet the guys at the gates,
Dressed in all white as I await my fate,
I feel as though they’ll turn me around,
And send me back down to where I was found,
Because there’s no space for me or my paleface,
In here or in my birthplace,
Instead I must await the devil at sundown,
When he will arrive wearing a golden crown,
He greets me with open arms,
And promises me that I will not come to any harm,
For at last I found my place,
United with the good old mate.

The author's comments:
I think it just adds a bit of humor to the subject content.

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