6 Submission !

                                       

                     

                                                       submisssion

  

  

                                     My soul is now confused of it's stay ;

                                     And think i it is at the end of it's way;

                                     For strokes of my heart often beat me to pain ,

                                     To take me away as a symbol of stain ;

                                     Would be it in or out of my body ?

                                     Should fear i so for it, like every body ?

                                     Why should I ? Why ? While it is ever real rest !

                                     To be free from worries,the near very best !

                                     Bad remarks on me were uploaded !

                                     Had been always i de-graded !
                                     Neighbours had not me respected !

                                     Nature was too to have dismounted !

                                     My word and deed look as indecent !

                                     For me and my limbs are in dissent !

                                     Why should I ? Why ? While it is near very best !

                                     To be far from sorrows,the ever real rest ! 

                                     When i had in me the very hot blood ,
                                     I wish should have this already come ;
                                     Now i've nothing but tears for flood ;
                                     The death king has finished his sum !
                                     His soldiers alas ! march,blowing trumpet ;
                                     Can do I any thing new at this moment ?
                                     Would be it in or out of my body ?
                                     Should fear i so for it, like every body ?

                                     Was i so proud of my useless gays,
                                     Knowing not are being numbered my days .
                                     When men back at home, then will be i no more !
                                     Though me appeal for, could never escape, sure !
                                     I realize hence the only thing to be proud,
                                     Is God that sterilize all the lives of crowd !
                                     I submit myself into the vision of Almighty ;
                                     That's ever the supreme missioning authority !