The god of Death, surely, would grant him his dearest wish.
He prayed and prayed but nothing really came out of it,
Leaving the poor man alone to his thoughts and his dire need to die.
He prayed to Thanatos, wishing that his life would be over soon.
For he couldn't face the pain to live anymore, he couldn't endure it any longer
For it crushed his body and crushed his soul, turning him into a pile of flesh and nonsense
Turning him into a tortured and aching soul, one that just couldn't go on with his life.
He prayed to Thanatos, wishing that his life would be over soon
He couldn't keep on going like this, Death was the only sweet relief
Unfortunately, Death was capricious and he could never get what he wished for
Unfortunately, he was condemned, doomed to stay alive and experience it all....
Life was meaningless and restless and he wished he wouldn't have to deal with it any longer
But Life wasn't done with him yet and denied him access to what he truly wished for.
Eternal rest wrapped around the soothing arms of Death.
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