Call not upon your tears of anguish
For away from this decadent world I will have gone
Into a better place far beyond
Weep not for me when am gone
Call not upon your broken heart for answers
For just a portal away I shall be waiting
For the finger of judgment to cast its call
Wail not for me on my departure
Faces of sorrow do not carry with you
For a better place, we are told, awaits me
If by the ways of the cross I had lived
Sing not praises for me on my last day
Make no hymns in my name to be sang forever
For my actions on earth were not worthy of that
And my speech and my deeds were further from equal
Pray not for me when am gone
Call not unto the lord for special favours
For my destiny I had already shaped while on earth
I made my bed and I must lay on it
Cry not for me when am gone
Call not upon your tears of anguish
For to a better place, it is said, I am gone
And who are we to believe otherwise.
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