Doer Of The Deeds Poem by Saint Cynosure

Doer of the deeds,
sender to the dirt.
Please be kind when you take me,
make sure it doesnt hurt.
Let me die within my sleep,
not by a killers hands.
Or in some tangled wreck of steel,
by some intoxicated man.
Let it not be from some pain,
of which we have no cure.
Or in a bed hooked to machines,
not knowing what is sure.
Let me die a peaceful death,
no man wants for hurt.
Doer of the deeds,
sender to the dirt.