A WORD FROM A DYING PRIEST


This grown day will not see my face
For this breath I can feel
This life's like a vacuum seal
And is it worth the pay?
I pray you pray for Klaren Bright
Send them word about this
And never waste their life earned rights
Bring me word you servant of pay
You see your priest will die today
For the last, please show me the Sky's face
And when I bid you goodbye
Aron More should serve my rights
Who shows God well these times of life
I pray you servant of the alter
Your helpless priest will stroll the realm
As you have known life
As you have known death.

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A dying priest word to his servant