Dead is fine. Dread isn't.

Millions of words set to the page
All in judgement with judgements made
Millions of feelings left betrayed
By every single word you say.

But cast of stone my heart was formed
I've seen it all and have been transformed
And through it all...,
I've naught; Conformed
The Bears have warned me from this Storm !

But it was never not due to my wishful trying
But falls upon fractured souls still lying
Even as they face this world that's vying
I feel I'm just better off dying....

It's all good, and I understand more than most people give me credit for.
The Mystic sounds the horn.
I don't have to fear it !

I'm coming home !!!

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Be well
Live happy
Die trying,
The Snowdog