Death, when thou'll come,
I don't know how'd I feel,
O thou destroyer of life's zeal,
Thou keep perfect mum,
So many noises fall upon thy ears dumb,
Thus, nobody knows how to deal
With the deaf host gulping last meal;
Listening not to prayers and Godly hymn.
O thou majestic unknown hunter,
So certain is thy grip on the prey
That lifelong we prepare ourselves as food thine,
And thou quickly saunter
Over the eyes with last ray,
Death, how you'd stamp mortality mine?
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