Before my soul departs
and burns to buried ash;
before my final words decease
and lose its deepened depth-
I hope this stays longer,
before it heaves its head
down my eerie grave.
For that be my long-held debt
finally repaid.
And down I drown for e'er more,
but I shall repay of what I took,
and utter out my besieging debt-
as my last pent doing
before my dying breath.
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ꨄ 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑ꨄ
PoetryLife and Death; Joy and Sorrow. They're just two wings to the same body.
