O Flesh, Pity My Soul To Spare Poem by Falana Zion

O flesh, pity my soul to spare
All my days on you I spent
O flesh, won't you spare me a night?
To feed my soul and it alone to tend

O flesh,
I've labored my life to keep you fresh
For me to see you'd still become a feed to the earth
And rotten beyond repair

On you my clothes I wear
From you my gold not I spare
You smile with your shining sight
Yet, my soul never seize its tears

O Flesh,
Spare me a silent night
To feed my soul with my lovely sight
Spare me the perfumes,
for it to sparklingly scent

O flesh,
I've labored enough
On you I spent all my dime
Yet, you'd be lost without a glance
It's time to be burnt to death
To focus all my all on my soul,
That shows me the road to the eternal home

O flesh,
You deserve not my care,
for you have nothing to present than a road to fire
You have nothing to offer than wealth and affluence,
That will be lost without a glance
O flesh, pity my soul
O Flesh, Pity my soul to spare.