Exceptional Rondeau for potlatch This fear of death by LIJ Red

This fear of death's consuming me the shadow will not set me free Can all I am just go away? To think and die, perchance to pray Oh, Christ in heaven, must this be? To pick death o'er ignominy Don't make me choose, oh Lord's my plea. Forgive me, God, is all I say This fear of death. My youth is just a memory but blood is pumping ardently. An ancient wreck the people say-- he loves existence anyway. To what refuge can old men flee this fear of death? Recognized

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