THE AVOCATE'S CRY

I might never get there,
My thoughts are scattered,
My sight is blurred,
I am devoured of all senses,
Am worse than dead.
This body...I should give up;
For a casket this fine,
I deserve not.
The life I lived made a grown man cry,
To be a proud advocate of HADES!
To drink all the tears in the bloody goblets.
I will therefore rest among the thorny shrubs.
If he is as kind as they say,
may be he will lift me to those green pastures.
The Lord is my Shepherd....
that I've learned the hard way.