[FB] Exhortation

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Come, O Death, and make me not,  
As the Sun makes not the night.  
Spare not will, nor sense, nor thought;  
Obliterate the knowing light  

That pulls the strings that make it go  
In dismal jerks and frets and struts  
and sits behind to watch the show  
and hates the poppet's fucking guts.  

Hear, O Death, my solemn plea:  
dissolve the strange cruel chemistry  
That is an I that longs to be  
A nothing in eternity.