what is death else but my breath no more?the color fallen from my cheeks?
my hands cold?
my legs stiff stick?
my hurt no more
this be death tis a joy i sing
my once stifled soul set free
unhemped by the rain nor claim from the sun
this be the death tis a joy i sing
truly there is but one thing i do regret in death
that i cannot feel its joy
but regret is to feel
and to feel i can no more
so truly, it is a joy