Death

Death, cringe me in time's tentacles tight Emasculate me with fears of nevermoreness tonight Anger me with the void where friends are dust and mute Tremble still, for the death of the saints are precious Heaven's God is coming, and already is victorious. 2 Death demonic distard drought of dance Evoke enmity's empty empire no more Ascribed Ascended Adonai Adoration's sure Triumph, whose troves of timeless tolerance Hasten not high heaven's heckled hurt to thee. 3 Draining sense and time, the ice clad heart shrivelled drop, a vanished cloud vat Exiting the light, silence piling mass unmoved, flew in with the bat Amassing nothing, drought drizzled leaves fall crippled, exorcised in air Tettered life force fled, man decomposes to dust, our hearts flinch despair Heisted loan sense-fled, blinded dreamlng, deficit stained, the ultimate loss