Now my bones

Now my bones are worn away

I disappear like Moths at day

My eyes hate sun, my ears are blocked

My senses dim,my mind half cocked.

Yet with the eye inside my mind

I see quite clearly what is fine.

I see the evil in men’s eyes

As to the poor and old they lie

A man who has to praise himself,

Is quite devoid of inner Wealth

A man who says that he’s the best

Will burn in hell instead of rest.

And we might twist our eyes and lie

And call this man your majesty.

The old have nothing left to lose

Except give up their power to choose.

My day is almost done, goodbye

Satan screams as Jesus dies

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