Sonnet#1[On Lifes Death Bed]

As the wind bloweth;Into my ears,
Thy taste slows;Thou fears,
Death kills cheers;Cups overflowed,
With frosted tears;Hic-ups pesting my flows.
LOVE killed HATE;And God art my souls mate,
Therefore days;May go ashtray,
Thou pay;Judgement not besides God's wiseness,
Destiny dies;Between your eyes,
I see lies;Art thy life.
Hence upon my souls ways;
Repentence of death be paid,
You can bet;It doesn't get;
My attention;As entertainment.
O' my soul;Be ruled,
By lifes coldness;And foolishness.

Written by
Austin KwAgGa Trimmel