To Death
Alas! We meet again!
We held fist against each other back then,
But once more now I see you,
And I am more than ready too.
Conceding to you my life,
For this conflict cannot be ceased by strife,
You are with the Almighty Divine,
And I thank you for the gift of extended Time.
Alas! My friend depart with me,
Guide me and give me the chance to be free,
Free from the clutches of life and its reality,
Grant me the feeling of eternal glee.
To my friends I say to you all,
Do not see my death as my own downfall,
For I am happy with my old friend who visits me now and then,
Let him do as he pleases for this is the fate of all men.
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