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Self Destruction

Dear Lord.
Here is my wish
Bring me death today
Let it painless
And let it be quick
My life is done and over
I am tired,
Weak

Dear Lord
Grant my wish
Take the pain away
I hate
Please remove me
From your un-heavenly earth
It’s my time
Give me wings
To fly

Dear Child
It is not your time
Death will not be with you
Today
Or the next day or the next

Dear Child
You are not tired or weak
Understand one thing
Death is granted to those
Who have lived their lives
Who are old and sick
Not for those who wish it
Death is not ready for you

Dear Child
Please listen

Dear Lord,
Please grant
My one
And only wish

Dear Lord,
Understand
One thing
I need to fly
If your help is not given
I will grant my
Own wish

Dear Lord
Thank you for
Loving me




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