Samuel Powers

Pleasantly Unprepared

When death finally comes.
Let me be unprepared.
Let me be pleasantly unsuspecting.
Let me be unaware.

When chaos strikes, let it come.
Let it hit me with all its force.
If chaos is written, chaos will come.
Chaos will take its natural course.

When death comes knocking,
Let him break down the door.
Let me never see his face,
So I can laugh a second more.

When they come to cut me down,
Let them stab me from behind.
Let me never see them coming,
Let me die with peace of mind.

When mortality finally catches up to me,
Let me be fast asleep.
Let me be dreaming freely,
Let me go to rest in peace.

When fate comes creeping in,
In the throbbing silence of the night
Let me never wake!
Let me go without a fight!

Death will come and death will take you,
It’s not worth the pain to resist.
Death is yet to fail a man,
Death will proceed to insist.

Man’s only regret in dying,
Is for the things he’s left behind
But why end your life with remorse
When there are better thoughts to find?

When death finally comes.
Let us all be unprepared.
Let us all be unsuspecting.
Let us all be unaware.


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