I don't prepare to die
I don't prepare to die
for the unknown
worthless and banal
for a trickle
But believe me
and death
and death
and dying
Being a martyr may please
it is demanded
to die before that
every time
again and again
Tomorrow's forecast says fog
I will live
to see the sun rise over the tree tops
Poetry by efflux
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Written on 2006-11-09 at 23:19
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