Death is a Celebration

By Ablebody Peckawood

Empty moons and plastic memories, forever fade upon the dawn of time.
An immaculate conceptions breeds itself among the heavens.
My life will never be the same.
Feelings of grief turn solace. All pain is at it's end.
My angel of light and mercy drapes it's wings around me and gently lifts me to the sky.
As I ascend to the heavens a fiery trail is left behind. It consumes all who have tresspassed against me. Their judgement is at hand!
Paradise reveals itself and all of this happens in the twinkling of an eye.
Sometimes you are just better off dead where you can leave your miserable life behind!

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Copyright 2005 Ablebody Peckawood
Published on Thursday, September 1, 2005.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"
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