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THE DEATH OF STEVE JOBS
Your time has come, as taken is your breath,
your friend, your love, your only hope is death.
Breathe deep, the dark is coming on,
breathe deep, you know your life is gone,
now feel the love that's only felt in death.

You stare into its eyes, and think it odd,
the only words to come, are, "Oh my God..."
as facing truth of what's to be,
the gift of sight we never see,
as death echoe's the phrase of "Oh my God..."

There's nothing more, until you see the light,
there's nothing more, until the end of night,
and blinded in the light you see,
the more to come, is more to be,
as love and death bring on the end of night.

You stare into its eyes; is death not odd,
and just a breath away from "Oh, my God?"
the light consumes all you have been,
you'll only miss it, now and then,
as you embrace sweet death, and "Oh, my God."

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VeeBdosa
Fort Knox, KY


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