An Ode To Lovely Death Poem by Otega A

Life is but a curse
From which we should seek shelter.
It saddles us all nights and days
With millions of worries and fears
While boring us with ceaseless number of unchanging days
Until we are only freed by the sweet end.

What is more beautiful than death?
The genuine bringer of freedom
That takes all the troubles of our cruel domain
And bury them in the depths of tranquility
While bringing lasting peace and comfort to our rest.
Oh! How sweet is the end that embraces us?
The finisher of the vigorous and rigorous race
We run all year long! !

The peacemaker of old,
In your bosom do our beloved lie
And on your shoulder will our faultiness be bored.
Let not your strength be weakened
Neither your patience be wearied
As we sail our load of filthiness
Down your waters of serene
So we pray.
And in thy sanctuary, be our prayer be held.