For death wept
When he read his list
And found my name upon it.
He wept in grief,
As I weep now.
Not for me
But for my soul.
For souls are priceless
And mines just that
Worth nothing,
Not even to death.
For who wants a worthless soul?
RavenLife
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| I sit atop a pedestal and cry.
For death wept When he read his list And found my name upon it. He wept in grief, As I weep now. Not for me But for my soul. For souls are priceless And mines just that Worth nothing, Not even to death. For who wants a worthless soul? RavenLife |
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