THE FEAR OF DEATH
O death, thy fear I fear, But I fear thee not. I wait not for thy appointed day, For in it you instill thy fright And trouble the minds and thoughts Of those who fall to thy illusion.
Admonish thy angel not to come, For I shall acquaint myself On how to die even daily, Like travelers of the far country, I too shall someday know the route, From this world to the one beyond, To transit at will over and again, Loosing all fear that may lie.
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