A Letter From the End 

 

Save me, my sweet temptation 

Atone for my lost soul 

Deliver me the corruption of salvation 

For my sins see no toll

 

For my mouth is full of blood 

And hounds hunt my scent 

As they drag me through mud 

 Just let me repent 

 

Sever my wings

And leave me to strand  

The torment of tuneless strings 

Save me from this hellish land

 

But when the end is near 

As I drag my laden feet

Just whisper in my ear 

Tell me I am complete 

 

Save me my sweet temptation 

Give me your false hope

Embrace me with damnation  

Caress my neck with your coarse rope 

 

Your empty words

Comfort me with pain 

Encumber me in your girds

Crucify me, and dress me plain 

 

For I am unmade  

For I no longer fear the reapers blade

So Let death be my end-

Only to be born again 

 

With the rise of transhumanism we will lose all sight of what it means to be human? Have we already done so? What does it even mean to be human in the 21st century?