Thou salt feel thyself meek
Thou salt feel one day freak
One day thee will feel creek
One day deeds will feel creek
T'will be thy own death day
When thee will, to much pray
It will be thy life's last day
When thee will cry and say
'Now my spirits are not my
These are going up to fly
I'm not now a dweller, why
It is time for me to die'
Thou would have thought thyself what
Thou would have thought life after death
When thou will be sleeping in the bed
It is a time to create some mighty deeds
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