Find solace in the silence
of drowning;
let the water float you home
to streets of gold;
let it swallow you whole
and anoint your head
with purity;
let it.

Then on your return, 
wish to hear the screams;
let your metallic cry pierce
through your burning soul;
let it teach you that Dying
is more than freedom
and maybe pain; 
let it.

And consider it a blessing.

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