THC: This Crazy World of Mine

The light of my world erupted in a tide of fire,

cleansing me of my soul that took the lives of the damned.

No one would want to be revoked of their right to live,

even if my reality was incredibly vile.

But I embraced my death,

open arms and all smiles, eager to be rid of my problems and shame.

Darkness consumed me,

for the longest time.

I was revived with expertise of a goddess,

and protected by the Solider of the Orchard.

The undead were quick,

but they were much more agile.

Lifted into the sky by the Angel of Humor and Adversity,

I cried.

Because instead of being revoked of my right to live,

I was denied my right to die.