With Arms Outstretched

I face the end
with arms outstretched
if it’s just death
then I am blessed

I face death
with hands to shake
I welcome the end
like a long-lost relative

I grow tired
I go to sleep
my energy passes
from the deepest deep

too much a skeptic
for my own good
I’d rather die
than be misunderstood

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