I will die today
You will see my body laid down
This rotting corpse!
A mere shell held me captive
Tears will fall
Hearts will hurt
Of those I’ve left behind
Cry not for me! For you be my heir
I go now to bow before the maker
Be not in mourning for me
Pray for thine self, tis more pertinent
Be not gagged by the rules of oppressors
Be what you know to be righteous