Death is Nearing
 
Death for I know I see thee come
The hour nears so with the rising sun
I await its pain but soothing comfort
To God my prayers I thee consort
 
My calling here I did fulfill
My wasted pages I lay down my quill
Too many words have now been written
To life and its contentment I’ve been bitten
 
Loneliness drove me to my mortal fate
On privacy’s behalf I took the bait
Too many secrets they festered inside
White wings of death I will thee ride
Take me with you and sing me a song
Upward to paradise is where I belong
I leave behind all the pain and misery

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