kudos to my lovely friend,death
whose wind speaks to my hear,
whose boiling rage solidify my fear.
my utmost care no longer belongs to me,
no unkind thought for me to think,
my life is now shaped that death is coming soon.

i saw him yesterday,
and the many he has slayed,
what a pity!to those ones that sway,
what will they say,
his deaf hear does not listen when they pray,
a man of days.
testimony of his ways
can be heard from those he forgave...

it reminds me of dearest heaven,
telling me to forget my level,
and stop to think little,
that i should think of nothing but little,
of myself,
rather i should think of you,
i can be great because of thinking of you,
that i can make you big...
AND THAT I HAVE A FUTURE TO HOLD UNTO EVEN THOUGH HE MIGHT COME NOW