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I think every good writer writes about death at one point or another in the their career... It was actually intended to be lighthearted, ironically enough :3

Marvelous endeavors creating for us, purpose,

Allowing the bright light in all to shine through,

But for whom?

We all crave perfection,

Whether it be in one plight or the other,

Saving us from ourselves, from the threat of expendability.

The survivability of an atom bomb,

The creation of a cell,

But who can tell? Survive and resist,

The lengthiest of lists, a number pinned to the back of your head,

But you’re dead.

You emerged from the ground, and so you return all the same,

Cold, and silent, expelled from the pain,

To another life, plain, all the same, but devoid of sorrow,

And life’s daily strain.

Farewell, bon voyage, take a look if you will,

Notice that this has not, will not, nor can be a drill.

Freedom at last, from the chains of existence,

Love and light, your needless penance.

The horizon blooms forth with radiant splendor, return to sender,

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[Sami Khalil]

Freedom at last, from the chains of existence,
Love and light, your needless penance.
The horizon blooms forth with radiant splendor.
My faves in this nice write...