Belts, badges, and guns
There will come a time, where I will no longer be free.
When I hear a knock upon my door, I will know that time has come.
I had always wanted to go out in a blaze of glory.
But I know. I will not run. I will not resist.
I must, go quietly into that dark night.
My only hope is that you survive.
My last hope is that you can find me again, oh sacred spirit.
Without you, I fear my butterflies will never return.
I hope this is not farewell, but if it must be, I hope you all enjoyed my writing.
I know this will not be the end of me, but rather, my online existence, for as long as they see fit.
Until tomorrow, farewell, loyal reader.
When I hear a knock upon my door, I will know that time has come.
I had always wanted to go out in a blaze of glory.
But I know. I will not run. I will not resist.
I must, go quietly into that dark night.
My only hope is that you survive.
My last hope is that you can find me again, oh sacred spirit.
Without you, I fear my butterflies will never return.
I hope this is not farewell, but if it must be, I hope you all enjoyed my writing.
I know this will not be the end of me, but rather, my online existence, for as long as they see fit.
Until tomorrow, farewell, loyal reader.