It is my dream that I end in fire.
If only for fear of the forlorn,
Dying without hope or desire.
Having never been a liar,
This claim I won’t adorn.
It is my dream that I end in fire.
I’m nothing, yet, to admire,
But, ‘til the end, I refuse the scorn
Of dying without hope or desire.
My body will someday tire,
It’s then I’ll be set alight, already well-worn.
It is then that I’ll end in fire.
Peace and calm are a myth of the prior,
See Christ, with his crown of thorn
Who died without hope, or desire.
With pounding heart, I know what I require.
Since the hour that I was born,
I have dreamt that I would end in fire,
Free today from hope or desire.
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