Loss of thy wit, thrown in a pit,
Life beyond depth, here in this realm.
Mighty the whit, strong is the whip,
That lashes your skin in the end.
500 strikes, blood on my back,
Waterless dykes, never come back.
Swim in the ocean, drown in the deep.
Body’s all frozen, dead in a heap.
Take me away, never to stay,
Where water of life gets too deep, in the way.
As I pass to the next, life at my lead,
I Follow the best, at a minimum speed.
For if you doth pray, endless at night,
Then morning be gay, morning be bright.
If Gods got your back, staying on track,
Then angelically given back sight.
As i never come back, as i seldomly pray,
For want of the lack, to find peace in my day.
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Nice rhyme in this poem that talks of the transition from one life to another. Well written
Excellent write
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A sense of if faithful and honour your faith, you can move from this life to the next, an interesting write, enjoyed the read
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