When my spirit withers, I fall gladly to my knees
So that I may revel in life’s fine sublimities
Verdant trees stretch towards Heaven, ablaze with majesty
Breaching the welkin’s fortress as clouds weep tragically

When my spirit withers, I do silently decree
That no delight of mine shall fade to obscurity
With passion I still hearken to the songbirds’ symphony
Sinking all the while into sheer tranquillity

And even as I lie upon a funeral pyre
Stripped of earthly pleasures and trivial desires
I walk without fear, along a vast eternity
Towards the astral kingdom where bliss flows endlessly
So come now, Death; I will gladly heed your call
For when my spirit withers, I am wounded not at all

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