Wtf

What is death but sleep

everlasting and deep

no promises to keep

no cause to weep

what is life but a dream

as lucid as cream

frothing at the brim

of a bubbly stream

men sleep and so do sheep

from clouds they leap

onto God's own heap.

that bloody creep 
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