Revival of the Gone

Revival of the gone Sickle approaching close to my neck, I sense my life gone, with an embrace to death, One look around, hue and cry the only sound, Last extreme pain, and all goes still, I can only see, can't feel or hear, Weightless I can move, End to all strife, Death is the beginning of a new life, Hurt of soul remains, To wait until the last judgement day, resurrection of Christ happens on third day, Thence will rest in peace, Follow the infinite and forget about my clay ! Written April 1st, 2015 For contest "Resurrection of the Christ" by Isaiah Zerbst