The Exodus From Life Into Death

Give me wine, give me poetry and a hug to shake off these blues; give me the sunniest and bluest sky: give me glimpses of an unstressed tomorrow... without masked faces that cry behind them! Breathing freely means absolute freedom, but the loss of it imposes a new norm; what can distract people from forgetting death, and stare at the solemn preacher who must harrow dying souls for their destination of fire or bliss? What can cheer up folks and make them laugh? I'm preparing for my departure, lest fate is gracious: let the laborious life I lived be an example of boldness, I've held onto my beliefs, I carried no animosity or envy: all I had was from God, not from the hands of charity! Give me earthly delights, give me soothing music, my assigned time could be nearer than I expect: I have no throne, no crown, no riches in my treasured chest; I'll leave as naked as I came...humbleness has never left: how calm must be the exodus from life into death... without groans, without moans; and with an exemption from debt! I'll render this transaction to the Almighty with easiness... no resistance to prevent what He desires: His wish is too intrinsic!