Thy last escapes with creeps and groans
As the tomb is dug to burry my bones
My Reaper comes what’s lived is done
But nature still strives do I fight or run
The answer taken by the slash of his seighe.
My fear still growing as time still rolls bye
No time to repent for my cup running dry
For the first glimpse is given to my souls eye
My fathers in shock not understanding his grieving
My mothers been weeping for my soul is now leaving
My choice is since made,
My toll is unpaid,
No swaying God’s decision
Since what’s written
His decision is made
