'Sin's Ending Curse' Poem by Linda Winchell

Worms tear flesh, from bones!
deep within my tomb, laid cold.
Darkness now, my surrounding death of view
This is what can happen to you!

When will I go to be with my Lord?
Has my life's garden, been so poorly sowed?
Please, Oh my God, please take me soon!
remove my soul, from this darkened tomb!

Rid me of the curse, my life had made
take me my Lord, from this depth of grave!
Bring me to, your side tonight!
Free me from hells, earned of plight!