Goodbye

Prayer in session, and pluck from ascension Now arisen anew, Strenuously madden By the lonesome adieu The once sadden has risen, was long overdue His days are gladder, illuminates that shines through He looks upon those with stupidity with a smile A smile that ascends to mute- He was once them, in their shoes Taking those steps of mistakes. He watches his days with closed eyes He hears, and he assume and his is right. His quintessence is no longer repressed His days on earth was numbered, and prolifically expressed Within his soul, he knew it was over. Not one cathartic feeling arose- just guilt His sacrilege that brought him peace, silenced him Left him speechless, without a sermon, yet with tranquility- He knew this day would come,
he prayed for it
And he's a happier man for it- By Nailah D'arcy

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