When she knocks at your door,
You swear anything,
you promise anything,
you beg on your knees.
you look around and suggest
others she could take,
worse people.
Worse than you.
when she knocks at your door
she knows you’ll swear anything
she knows you’ll promise anything,
she knows you’ll beg on your knees.
When she looks around she sees,
there is no one worse
no one
better than you.
the thing is:
you don’t earn death.
you don’t avoid death.
It’s not a prize.
Not a punishment.
it’s just nothing...
You can do.
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