WHEN I STOPPED FOR DEATH
I was steadfast in purpose
Call it persevere
Many the enemies were
In the peaceful glade were they present
Like a shadow that never leaves the master
I could not find my liberty
It was lost to them
I understand not their usurpation
When am in agony, I never see their contrition
Call them my adversaries
I comprehend not their spirit of avarice
So why I am being pursued
I still walk as the gallant
And they look with consternation
I still fight my liberation where
To escape their manifold ornery
They have conferred on me great perdition
And I have no strength left
I invoke on them the smite of God
I need the world no more
So I stopped for death
