Slowly I die

[10th June 2001]

 

1.
What must I reach to make myself heard?
To publicize my worldly wealth;
Or end myself in a zombie's ward,
Which ultimately could decimate my health.

2.

Who could decipher my folly,
Or determine my solicit motions?
None could consider it unholy;
It is but a part of my notions.

3.

A miracle steered my life,
My soul turneth from hell;
I drank the water of life,
Forever on, it is well.

4.

The world is full of sorrow,
Drowning me as I fade;
Making my view as narrow,
As was meant to be my fate.

5.

I am now weary,
Then slowly I die.
My joyous soul is ready,
To the land of the Holy I fly.