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Freedom
Cloaked all in black,
My Savior draws near,
Scythe in his hand;
But, I’ve nothing to fear.
No, Reaper he’s not,
At least not to me.
For, Death is my Hero;
He’ll set me free.
No more will I suffer.
No more will I cry.
I will be happy
‘Til the day I die.
So sing not of sorrow
Come burial day.
It was The Angel of Death
Who took me away.
And as I look down
On the life I once knew,
I see no more clouds.
Just a sky of blue.
A life of despair
Is no life at all.
But, I broke free
Of those stifling walls.
Until we meet again,
I wish you well.
For, now I’m in Heaven
Instead of Hell.
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