Spoiler
I wrote this poem when I was on the plane because it started shaking. I was worried (of course) but tried to stay calm, so I started thinking about if I died. Would I regret the life I have lived? Would I welcome death? And it the end, I came up with this -- and it is a religious poem. To add, I read it more as a soliloquy... I don't know why...
Come Death, smite me.
Ready am I to see my Lord;
with all my heart I have loved Him,
with all my strength I have served Him
to this very day;
I fear nothing -
He has told me not to.
Thus I stand
like a limestone statue
awaiting the rain of acid
risen from the tombs of Hell,
falling onto the blessed land.
Come Death smite me,
tie the Threads of Time on my eyelids;
carry me from a world so sinful,
let my repented lips glorify His name
in the Heavens above -
ready am I to see my Saviour,
so come hither Death, smite me.
