A death lament
Let me lament, let me weep! Naught is so hard, that it is worse than death. I have seen your lifeless body, the look of staring, sightless eyes.
That not a single legacy remained, no last glance, no smile, no goodbye. You have gone like a rejected child. I ought to have gone with you, though.
Earth to earth, Ashes to ashes. Prayers and liturgy flutter away in the wind. Death retains its poisonous sting. Hell retains its devilish victory.
(Nachdichtung: Derek Donaldson)
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