"I followed my own path."
That was on my epitaph.
Which was followed by my autograph.
I've laid down my staff.
I've written my final paragraph.
I lay in rest.
I did my best,
I even challenged Hades in lest.
This body should no longer be stressed,
Only repossessed.
Please my friend, do not cry.
I know you will want to pry,
But in the darkness I will lie.
Please my friend, do not crucify,
The same God of Malachi.
I seem everywhere,
I seem nowhere.
Was I sent down there, in the fire I hear?
Or I pray up there, with Him in the bright frontier.
Release me, my father, my mother, my sisters, my brothers, my loves, my heirs.
