Gimme an easy death (MS)

Gimme an easy death

a fast asleep then deid death

no rage rage against the dying of the light death

but a simple, quiet, then completely quiet death

a death compatible with the finality of death

a death as soft and barely noticed as a mouse

a death that accepts it's the end, the real end, no kid-on end

a death that is all wrapped up and cosy and warm

before cold and stiff in the curious way it is 

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