This Death Had Took Away My Wisdom's Light

This death had took 
away my wisdom's light.
Because of need to live 
and multiply
death buried her in 
grave,to death's delight.
No more shall we behold 
her,its implie.


Let God receive a curse 
because ours death.
Let gravely cry be our 
christianity.
From whom shall we 
receive maternal bread.
My weeping shall be for 
eternity.


But she has greater 
power over death.
Its only God who sow as 
well as take.
For death can die 
equally flesh and breath.
O death! your greatest 
power is but fake.


Now weep not,laugh 
not,play not,but let's 
pray
that she will be heavens 
own, not hell'sprey.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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