And this sun shines
I can feel my closeness
To the heaven, the place of peace
This tick-tack of time
Roving and moving with no stop
Makes me think and thus
Weakens my soul the more
Every day I ripen the more
Moving nigh to my day of rot
The day when the earthly worm
Will not but make lunch
And munch out my ribs
I can feel the closeness
Of the night
When this bright sight
Will be shut like the dark night
I saw the day comin’
And many are looking away from it
The day of desolation
When all eyes will be shut
I look straight to the day
When my breath will be lost
And my heart shall cease to throb
‘Cause I know my destination
This life a field for all sportsmen
All shall be rewarded
But behold! The prize is DEATH
And all shall have it
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