Death By Grace

Past was a gift to be alive But to be now is a very hell By secondary means of pursuit The visible animal activities and all All are framing under death. The shines and flowers Dream land and hard toil Peaceful sleep and joy Mocks the life of present Were no rest rests. The round ocean and pure air Sparkling lives and peaceful mind A life of past in a grace Everything gold for a touch Now remains old and old in new. A passion for work and deeds Graceful bliss and solemn images All were pleasures and treasures Everywhere the love and kindness Now it's the emptiness in a living corpse. Much said of the past Present, what to say and hear All remains barren in all All the lives are a curse We need a death and only death A death which is a grace.