Won't You Please?

When my bones lie grounded to gather dust
I’ll wake every morning with hope
Of rapture on the horizon
Every man suffers two ends
The first he spends all his time running from
For he can run
The latter be more dire still
Black muddy earth cover me
End is waited for beneath the roots
Days are counted upon the rocks
Stars dare not shine here

Won't You Please?

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Atlanta, United States

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