Entry 643

Death shall be your greatest success;

Do not rush to it.
Life offers a list of failures
So your final moment may be
The finest to ever come.

Whether you die in poverty
Or in golden chains,
Only death is yours
To keep eternally.

Your final breath,
Be it sigh or scream,
Shall be your second-to-last sensation;
This breath is no more
Than the moment before
Release.

Your possessions,
Your sentiments,
Become lost with time.

To be lost is truly a blessing.

The burden of wanting,
The burden of waiting,
Become lost with death.

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Charles.Lee.Poetry.

Written by

a bard of entropy.

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