Country Lament #857

“Don’t be afraid of death,”
she said
right when
she squeezed that trigger

The light came then
and blinded me
as my skull and teeth did shatter

Death, oh, death
She always finds a way
With her great, white wings
And the pretty songs she sings
She always finds a way

“I’m not afraid of death,”
I thought
before I couldn’t think no more.

The blood spilled then
and sickened her
so she fled
right through that door

Death, oh, death
She always finds a way
With her great, white wings
And the pretty songs she sings
She always finds a way

Yes, she always
Yes, she always
Yes, she always finds a way
Yes, she always
Yes, she always
Yes, she always gets her way
Yes, she always
Yes, she always
Yes, she always finds a way

Country Lament #857

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