Estimated Cost of Death

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Here I am

 

A withering soul

Inside this carcass of skin and bones

Like a ragdoll being tossed and thrown

 

As I rip apart from limb to shreds

I wait to see if the blood I bleed still turns red

And if it does it means I'm dead.

 

Spiritually, emotionally and psychically in awe.

I'm waiting for the day that all is one and one is all.

 

I'm a product of this universe and love brought me here

So I'll let love take me out and take away my fears,

 

Of what's on the otherside,

My true and only form.

For I am tired of this body, in this nether I call home.

 

I'll kill my ego.

I'll kill my pride.

I'll meet you on the otherside.

 

I'm prying open my third eye.

I'll meet you on the otherside. 

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