Epitaph i
He loved
He tried
He lived
He cried
He fought
His head
He rests
He's dead
Epitaph ii
Here lies Haschi-moto
His eyes are clouded over
His blood is thick as pudding
So let him feed the clover
Epitaph iii
When life is at its end
You'll end up here, my friend
Beneath the earthen quilt
A dearth of fear and guilt
Epitaph iv
Life was very hard
But now I have some rest
Asleep here in this lovely yard
With no drum beating in my chest
So peaceful is this time
In bed, beneath the ground
I'll rest-up with no cares
'Til Christ returns with trumpet sound
Epitaph v
Here lies the tired vessel
Drained entirely of its hustle
Here's hoping he won't wrestle
With fire, sulphur,
shredded muscle
He praised his silent God above
For all that He did give
For teaching him to cope and love
And the blessed life he got to live
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC
Epitaph i
He loved
He tried
He lived
He cried
He fought
His head
He rests
He's dead
Epitaph ii
Here lies Haschi-moto
His eyes are clouded over
His blood is thick as pudding
So let him feed the clover
Epitaph iii
When life is at its end
You'll end up here, my friend
Beneath the earthen quilt
A dearth of fear and guilt
Epitaph iv
Life was very hard
But now I have some rest
Asleep here in this lovely yard
With no drum beating in my chest
So peaceful is this time
In bed, beneath the ground
I'll rest-up with no cares
'Til Christ returns with trumpet sound
Epitaph v
Here lies the tired vessel
Drained entirely of its hustle
Here's hoping he won't wrestle
With fire, sulphur,
shredded muscle
He praised his silent God above
For all that He did give
For teaching him to cope and love
And the blessed life he got to live
