When the existing part of me dies.
I don't want to stop the resistance,
I'm not done.
Position me how you knew me.
Turn my hands into strangling fists.
Show the question mark on my body
And fatigue in my eyes.
Throw my body at their feet.
Show them the untold story
Of the vessel I no longer need.
It's something to remember me by.
I want to rest, I don't want to rest
Cause the fight simply isn't over.
And should I die before I end my unrest
Bury me in defiance like those before me.
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