Matthew Thomas Donovan
When I'm Dead
When I am laying cold and dead,
Do not be frightened by my smile;
I've left the confines of my flesh
And raised my soul above this isle.
The gods are weary of my fight,
And I am tired of their games,
So end my labours, take my life,
And show me all that's past this frame.
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