Lord’s will
Its me you hate i heard so.
Then me you killed not my soul’
With a sword my head you cut.
You left vultures chopping me but
I’m alive my spirit forever endures.
Its not over my spirit ensures.
Though i am buried my copse is over
But upon yourself my spirit hover.
It griefs me that you can’t escape,
Because my palms you stay and step,
But i loved you thats so strange,
Your offsprings suffers if revange.
So do mine since my life you did steal
So let be done thy lord’s will.
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