NO NEED TO FIGHT LIFE
Crossed with two loves had to berate
Weep not for me went I’m deceased;
The body from toil been released,
Freed from its rusted chain of hate,
With a love in my heart, I shaped,
From the bondage of light escaped.
There was nothing to alternate,
The storm of agonies thickened,
The design of living sickened.
On rough waters, I came abate
I wanted nothing except die,
For always and nothing I cry.
Fighting with the life I met checkmate.
The trip was a plague from the past,
When death called I felt joy at last.
Crossed with the life I had to berate,
Freed from damned grieve freed from damned hate,
There I was left to suffocate,
On deathbed, I laughed and praised fate.
With fighting life gone, I felt great.