Death
Come after completion of my
chores,
Come when I completely overcome
my earthly fears.
Knock not my door, whilst swaying in happiness,
Anxiety will embrace me and leave
me speechless.
Take me in your loving arms like a
mother,
Where I will enjoy the supreme
pleasure,
O Death! Come lay your soft hands
on me,
But only when prepared, this is my earnest plea.
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