You feel sympathy, say 'Poor Thing'
Looking down at me like some deity
You who condemns with your pity
Won't you ever face the Reckoning?
All I ask is that you let me
Die without your display of charity
Finish my days with dignity
Not as some clip-board category
The wind is blowing through the trees
The rocks are now covered by the sea
The idol of the self falls to its knees
Don't pity me, my friend, see me!
Don't pity me, friend, envy me!
For the face of God soon I will see!
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