What a beautiful day to die
with skies as blue as they’ve ever been
the sun so bright and high
reminding me of summers when
we didn’t have to cry
or wish a last goodbye
to one who suffers yet again
a pain they could never deny.
I state once more from my own pen:
what a beautiful day to die.
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Depressing one this I always try to write happy rhymes but its difficult sometime.
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