Here I am, creeps in the death.
Standing on the brink,
Oh! I will be free now.
Exile I will escape
Now in the front of you;
God! I don’t have to bow.

The days as approach,
Pleasure they inundate me with.
Oh! Flying bird I am.
Ecstasy!!
Diaphanous skies I see,
No more than ever.

The bays are euphonic,
Ballads of my voyage, tweet.
Goodbye!
Everyone wishes me.
Eulogies they speak
Aloud! So mesmerizing!

And now,
I walk my remaining days.
I walk to explore, the incessant joy.
I walk to explore every tortuous bay.
I walk to extricate every God's ploy.
I walk not to die, but to rest in peace.

So, adieu my friends,
Now I walk…


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