Death, Your Friend

The day that Death meets you
Maybe he won’t be the bad guy
We’ve made him out to

Maybe he knows, like we don’t
That time’s the same
Backwards and front

Maybe inside his black matte coat
Instead of voids
You might find hope

And if it’s true, what I hear
You give him time
He’ll take your fear

And turn it round, and take your pain
And show you how
To live again

-Michael Ranger

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