Knock upon Death's Door


Knock, Knock!

It is I, the boy, you called once before.

I have come for your relief,

for you are the only one weilding the power to relieve me, relieve me, and take me away.

Take me away from my awfull life,

that has brought me nothing but pain.

Knock, Knock!

O, is any person there, for I have traveled.

Traveled,near and far to seek thee

I seek, a world without the lowly and the contentment of the lower class being tortured by the pride of this world.

If this be that world, than let me in, for God has turned his head from me.

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