When, in but a few moments, you die,
let yourself flow into me.
I will be standing here watching you -
waiting for your comfort.
You have suffered long enough in hands
of cold, life-stealing blood
where you squirm and slither asking me
to take you into us.
What you have done has been a blessing
to each and every one,
and that hand that now holds you is your
blessing in return.
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