Death, what hold hav’st thou on us? Where is this denomination thou art said to obtain? Since your inception thin hath been a bitter train Followed by pestilence, disease, a way of maggots Left to fester in dark and viral corners Thus spake Donne of thy meager power! What be thy intent, fiend? Be it to bereave us of our mirth? Simple fool! How great a failure thou art! How deep thou has drown in thy agony Whilst thou seek’st to hang Thy albatross upon the necks of many! But oh, how miniscule a seabird’s weight be When compared to the curse in a dead man’s eye How often thou must have been cursed Enough to make Omnipotence pity thee (Pity thee, aye, but forgiveness, nay) How grim a wretch thou must be That even the God of mercy would not pardon thy trangression! Surely in thy cold lowliness Thou art dominated and obtain no dominion at all Thou art long and they hand stretches far Buy a soul of steel can render thy toils worthless How thou must writhe when the throes of failure Amass upon thy shoulders Shattering every empty prayer for surcease and redemption How plain a theme of scoff thou art Get thee hence!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
