When I die,
it shall be silent.
No tears.
No choirs of angels will sing my departure to its close.
I shall lie cold, dead.
No remorseful god will cradle my cold carcass to the heavens.
I will wait in line;
like everyone else.
When I die,
I will not struggle.
And when the time comes,
silence shall be my symphony.
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