'Death, The Liverty of Wrong Living'

..universal struggle..

I've exhausted all attempts, 
To liberate myself from this pain. 

I've spent far too much time, 
Mourning a futile mind that is insane. 

So I plead to him who knows, 
For a show of mercy, to my soul. 

A yearning for inner peace, 
A melting, of a heart that's cold. 

So if death is ultimately, 
The only form that does correct, 

I strive to shed the fear, 
Of paying entirely, my sinful debt. 

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. oh, death is never a destination ... it is most likely a conclusion ... that which rescues us is inside ... maybe even the one who shows mercy? ... your words are very poignant ... it seems like you've faced a tough journey very bravely ... we all have self-destructive thoughts ... they are important if only so that we may talk ourselves out of them without any irretrievable damage ...