For Poems (Outro)

This too shall pass It will all fall - away in time Infertile mass Temporary - kill and confine What really lasts? How can we call - he makes us mime The kink and crass Opposes God - shuns the divine I'm burning on the floor Can't stand up anymore As ash turns into dust My soul collects the rust I really wanna die But there's no reason why I'm not prepared to go But it really feels as though I'm born for hell You are as well I'm here to cry After I die I'll be all done The web is spun The spider by To suck me dry Kill me - I'll be Ok - No way That my - Loud cry Could fade - AWAY