My Last Breath

Slow to arrive here is my final breath, while most die
fast......I long last.
Although wishing and praying and begging and hoping for the soft breeze of mercy to carry me away on feathers pure and unabated.

Godly feathers for my sorrow and anguish has earned them...i believe.
I put it down to make peace.
I say i put it away to show them and be an example for peace. Mountains of dust burst apart washed in very thick red river water.

In this river i waited.

My last breath cometh far to slow.
I have earn it i say, I HAVE EARNED IT!!!!
No answer, no response.
"Only despots playing on the democracy, in a world complete with hypocrisy. "
I am in no way immune to it all.

I don't see my feathers nearing...the only light is shining from the sun and no glorious shine is this.
Only another evil torture paining my skin.
My patience wears thin.

Wait forever for my feather but all the while knowing i'm cursed to relive my wait again and again.