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When I die, bury me.
Forget the things I used to be.
Spit and curse on my grave,
Call me all the worst of names.
cover it well with a sheet of mud.
Cover it well with all my blood.
Place a stone for all to see,
That this is where I longed to be.


Death is near and close to me,
more wonderful than my life can be.
If I could choose from Life or death,
I surely choose to die.

If some day, I could be,
Close to death ; just death and me,
if Death is so great and true,
If its best death take me too.

I won't regret it on that day,
When you come and take me away.
Away we'll go, just Death and me,
To leave this place and set me free.

Heaven or Hell, here I come,
Please make me room, like you did for some.
My happy day will finally come,
When Death comes along and takes me home

–Debbie D. – 2000

Last update: Saturday, September 09, 2000 12:52


     
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