The Immortal Man

Tomorrow you may die but the part of you that does not die the immortal part what of that he who knows our thoughts will he not hear our words You who have the gift of life you who have the gift of love and by Gods grace grant me the best of all gifts the gift of a merciful death eternal penance be my comfort Let mortal fools live in a wicked world faith is a lie and heaven a deception a man might have immortal life and wander for all the generations of man till reaching the edge of doomsday let me find harbour to see again with longing the lives of those who grow old and die Of those who die